I'm back. This chapter is for everyone doing their homework and taking a break to enjoy this.

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It took them a few days to get ready for their move. Elizabeth flat out cried about leaving all of her friends but then Emma reminded her that they weren't moving very far away; she could still visit them a few days a week. She finally agreed when Weatherby said he would get her a nice, new rock.

"You and your rocks," Jack said and Will snorted.

Elizabeth blushed but didn't say anything else.

Weatherby had to once again go to work, so it was only Emma and Elizabeth going to the new house first. There was a knock on the door and when Emma answered a very regal looking man was there. He was only the carriage driver! Emma took her daughter's hand and the two of them made their way to the carriage. The man opened the door.

"After you milady."

Emma was flattered and went inside. The carriage was comfortable and before they knew it, they were on their way. Elizabeth waved bye-bye to their house before sitting back quietly.

"Alright love, how about we do something to pass the time."

Elizabeth thought it over for about a second. "Let's sing the pirate song."

"Why not; but not very loud since we don't want the others to know it right now. I'll start. Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me."

"We pillage, plunder, we rifle and loot. Drink up me 'earties you ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot. Drink up me 'earties yo ho."

Emma smiled as her daughter sang such a song.

"Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me," Elizabeth said finishing her lyric.

"We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack. Drink up me 'earties yo ho. Maraud and embezzle and even highjack. Drink up me 'earties yo ho. Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me."

The next three they always sang together.

"We kindle and char and in flame and ignite. Drink up me 'earties yo ho. We burn up the city, we're really a fright. Drink up me 'earties yo ho. Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me. We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves. Drink up me 'earties yo ho. We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties yo ho. Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me. We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads. Drink up me 'earties yo ho. Aye but we're loved by our mommies and dads. Drink up me 'earties yo ho. Yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me."

"Really bad eggs," Emma repeated tickling the girl on her stomach.

The driver coughed all of a sudden and the carriage stopped.

"Sit up Elizabeth," Emma said as the man opened the door.

He helped them leave it before shutting the door behind them.

The sheer size of the mansion was enough for them to gasp. It was about as big as the island where Emma grew up. An elder maid met them at the gate.

"Follow me."

Elizabeth grabbed Emma's hand and they made their way inside. If at all possible, the inside was bigger than the outside.

"Welcome to Thompson House. I am Rebecca, the head maid. I've been here the longest and I shall teach you everything from how to sit and stand to how to eat and converse in polite society."

Emma felt insulted. She let go of her daughter's hand.

"Excuse me but I believe that we don't need you to teach us how to live. Just because my husband's uncle died doesn't mean we need to change our whole way of life."

Rebecca turned and gave a calculating look before standing a little straighter. "In case you haven't noticed Miss you and your husband have gained titles. Lord and Lady Swann now. That includes becoming a part of high society. Dinner parties and anything that the upper class offers will become a new way of life for you. I suggest you take heed to what you are to do now or else you will disgrace everyone; your husband and especially your daughter."

Both of them looked at the little girl who was just standing there. Emma didn't say anything for a moment.

"Very well, take us to our rooms."

They stopped by Elizabeth's first.

"The child has a few dresses already purchased and a governess is arriving tomorrow."

"A governess," Emma asked.

"Yes, for learning and someone to take care of the girl in the case that you and the Lord are in capable of being there for the little miss."

Emma wanted nothing more than to shove this woman off a mountain but, well, she was right. There was only so much that Emma could teach the girl. She wanted to give Elizabeth the best right?

"Now, come along to your rooms." Rebecca turned to the girl before they left. "You are to dress in a proper outfit for your father's return this evening. They should be in your closet."

She went out the door and Emma gave her daughter one last longing look before following. Halfway down the hallway, they finally stopped at a room.

"This shall be yours and your husband's room," she said opening the door.

It was enormous. You could've fit three of their old rooms inside of it.

"This is where I'll leave you now. Remember, your husband returns at 6 so you are to be down in the drawing room by 5:30." Rebecca closed the door and Emma looked around. She was going over to the closet when she saw a small parcel on the vanity. It was wrapped in brown paper and had her name on it. She opened it to find a blank book. Emma looked and found a small note on the paper.

For the Lady

That was all it said. Emma didn't find anything out of the ordinary except for the fact that she didn't really recognize the handwriting. She sighed and put the book back down before reaching into the closet to find the perfect dress.

There you all have it. I hope you all enjoyed it. The rock thing was just to give Elizabeth a little quirk when she was younger. Please R&R.