Author's Note: Here is the third chapter, and I went back into the first chapter and changed a couple things around. I promise the story will get more interesting from here on in! Please read and review, I love getting feedback, good or bad.
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Chapter Three
Fishing Town
Port Royal was a small fishing town near to Kingston, Jamaica. It had once been a pirate port, but after a devastating earthquake, the city was never the same.
This information was being drilled into Elizabeth's head as her father prattled on and on about the historical aspects of the city which were just so exciting.
They were sitting around the long oak table in the center of the dining room, James and Julia at one end, Elizabeth at the other. They were eating some sort of 'healthy' breakfast food that Julia had managed to cook, whereas Elizabeth opted for the usual, but safe, pop tart. No reason to risk food poisoning…yet. She was going to save that one for when she was practically dead of boredom and ready for more excitement then discovering that they actually had a working heater in her ancestor's chateau.
The family had decided to get a hotel for the night and left before breakfast and came back to the mansion for reasons, which eluded Elizabeth completely.
Julia and James were immersed in their conversation, so when a very bored Elizabeth asked in a monotone voice to explore the town, they answered with a simple 'sure', and with the permission which had been granted her, Elizabeth slipped from the table and out the door.
Eager to escape the pressing familiarity of the house, and to answer the pleading of her lungs to escape the musty and damp air of the house and breathe in the air which smelt of the sea and whose winds seemed to whisper promises of adventure long past on the vastness of the Caribbean sea.
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Now there is something that must be established about Elizabeth Gates. 1) She was extremely beautiful, and 2) she had the kind of fire within her spirits that rivaled even that of Anne Bonny.
So when she attracted more then a couple stares, and even a few wolf whistles, this wasn't really anything new to the teenager...
Today her long blonde hair with her natural fiery red highlights was tied up in a high ponytail; ringlets, which had escaped the elastic tie, fell gently about her face.
Her honey brown eyes that contained flecks of emerald green in their depths were outlined lightly with black liner and black mascara. Blush accentuated her high cheekbones and a berry colored gloss decorated her pale pink lips.
She had a long neck on which she wore a simple Celtic cross on a long silver chain.
The blue jeans that covered her legs had holes in both knees and one on the right front pocket. The shirt she wore was a crimson color, which had a sloping neckline; the shirt had various designs on it with swirling patterns that contrasted the red with black. On her feet she wore red and black Chuck Taylor's.
Elizabeth's eyes strayed to the scene of the crystal waters of the ocean when she felt something stir deep within her soul. As she was contemplating this, she was not paying attention as she strolled along, and before she knew what had happened, she had been knocked to the ground.
She gazed up at the person she had run into to, but could only see their outline against the bright sun. The honey brown orbs squinted up towards the figure, but to no avail.
"Sorry about that, miss." The voice seemed to hold a mixture of accents, for she could not identify the boy's voice. Yes, it seemed to boy, anyway.
When a hand covered in olive colored skin reached down to help her to her feet, she took it gratefully. Thanking the boy for his thoughtful action.
Whence she was once again standing she looked up into onyx eyes that seemed to hold no end in their depths and seemed to carry on and on forever. She felt herself drifting, and those eyes also seemed strangely familiar to her...
What she didn't know was that the owner of those wonderful onyx eyes was thinking the same thing about her.