POTC2: Barbossa's Revenge Pt1"Catherine! Get ready to go; we're leaving soon," called a strong male voice softly through the door of the fifteen-year-old's bedroom. Her eyes snapped open as a thin smile danced across her fair face. Her father was taking her to his blacksmith's shop for a third time to help her learn the trade; against her mother's and grandfather's wishes, that is. The girl stumbled silently out of bed, already dressed in a simple outfit consisting of a cream-colored blouse, brown vest-like jacket, and tan breeches. She had woken long before daybreak to dress in anticipation for the day ahead. Quickly running a comb through her long, dark hair, Catherine looked at herself in the standing glass mirror. Not too bad, she thought to herself, not bad at all.POTC2: Barbossa's Revenge Pt19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She and her father, William Turner (known to nearly everyone as Will) departed the still house quietly to make their way to the shop. The pair had an especially strong bond; Catherine's first words had been daddy, ship, and smith. Will was not onl
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how do you spell
the taste of a kiss?
the feeling it leaves
upon lingering lips
the sound that it makes
as it fondles your tongue
the warmth that it leaves
like your face in the sun
how can you put into words
what you feel
as your arms hold each other
and the breath that he steals
what letters together
can outwardly voice
the smile he gives you
as he looks in your eyes
in his embrace,
what words could you say
to remember - exactly -
what you feel that day?
Never Learned to Fly INever Learned to Fly I7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Never Learned to Fly, Chapter I: Confessions
The streets of Port Royal were very crowded that day. This was not good news to the girl who was running late for her first day at her new job. Adeline held onto her skirts as she hurried through the people, pushing past them as best she could. She hated being late and now, more then ever, was the worst time to do so. After searching the Caribbean for months, trying to find a job, she finally found one as a maid to the governor's daughter in Port Royal.
The housekeeper, Louise, seemed nice enough. She probably wouldn't have minded if Adeline was a bit late. However, Louise was not Adeline's mistress--the governor's daughter was. Adeline tried to remember the girl's name, but she just couldn't. Her mind was too focused on trying to get to the governor's estate as soon as possible.
Finally, ahead, she saw the gates to the mansion. The white paint blinded Adel
A Heart's RansomChapter OneA Heart's Ransom7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The day dawned bright and clear. Birds were singing, children were laughing, and Elizabeth Turner was oblivious to it all. Because as she lay in her bed, she was remembering the very vivid dream she had just awoken from, and pondering the irony that she should have this particular dream on this particular day. Today was her third wedding anniversary, and last night she had relived the day of her wedding- both the good and bad parts- in perfect detail. It made the pain of being separated from Will just as sharp as it had been that first day. Anniversaries had always been hard for her. While there were little things every day that reminded her of her situation- her sons smile (so much like his fathers!), the stares from the local women, most of whom thought they knew exactly what kind of a woman she was ( a baby and no father in sight, claiming he was out to sea, indeed. Well even sailors get holidays, do
PotC: Full Circle Ch. 1Have I ever told you about your father? Elizabeth Turner asked her four children as they sat on the dock of Port Royal harbor. The oldest, a seventeen-year-old girl with long dark hair inherited from her father, gently kicked her bare feet in the water lapping against the dock. The next, a fair-haired beauty of about fourteen years sat reading a leather-bound novel nearby while the youngest a pair of rowdy male twins skipped rocks off the end of the dock.PotC: Full Circle Ch. 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Catherine, the oldest, shifted her buckle shoes over a little and brought her feet to the dock and her knees to her chest. Oh, yes! I remember the first time he came to see us.
Of course you have, Victoria, the second child scoffed, snapping her book shut and walking over to join them, Its always your father this and your father that and once every ten years. You know