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CAYO HUESO Author: AngelsLullaby7 Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone but you. Well, maybe I don’t own you per se, but you know what I mean. And I own any unfamiliar characters that may turn up. Summary: You’re a rich girl living on the island of Key West. You long for something more than this place and one night, a certain Pirate shows up on the beach behind your home. After that, life takes an unexpected twist. But, is it all for the best? Author's Note: For those of you who don’t know, Cayo Hueso is another word for Bone Key, or Key West. It’s called Cayo Hueso because legend tells us the first explorers of the island discovered bones on the beaches from the dead Indians. And therefore, I thought it a perfect match for Pirates of the Caribbean. And there you go with a short history lesson. This story doesn’t all have to do with Key West, though. I’ve decided the rating will be “Arr” because I’m special. No, because they’re aren’t any “Arr” You/Will fics, and mine is the first. Yay! * * * * * CHAPTER 1 – Prim And Proper You sat on your bed, thinking about life. What was in store for you? You knew very well that your future would only include extravagant balls and rich men. How could life be so ill-consuming? A knock is heard at your doors. “Darling?” you hear your mother call from behind the double doors. “It is open, mother.” You say, standing up to inspect your face in the mirror of your vanity. Your mother opens the door and stands next to you. She smiles in the mirror. “Are you excited for Lord Malloy’s ball tonight?” she asks. You nod your head dully and your mother smiles even more. “Well, now, you must finish getting dressed!” She picks up the ivory corset from your bed and you put it on. Your mother pulls the strings very tight, and you feel your body clench in such pain. “It should prove to be a good time.” She said, her words separated when she pulls the corset tight. “You will be presented as a young lady tonight, and that should be very exciting.” Presented. You hated that. It made you feel like you were some new fashion from London. But, in comparison, you were. Clothing is a belonging to women, and women are a belonging to men. It was common knowledge for any wealthy family. Fathers and mothers would marry off their daughter to some ancient rich man for money. Love was something that would never matter when one is going to be wed to a man only for money. If a man was uglier than a toad, but he was rich, he could get the most beautiful girl. Hell, you thought. The man could be a toad for all my parents would care. But fortunately, the man who has had his eyes on you for a long time, Mister Daniel Hartford, was only ten years your senior. Since you were sixteen, he was twenty-six. It could be worse. He could be forty-six. And he wasn’t unfortunate looking either. In fact, he was quite handsome. Pushing those thoughts from your mind, your mother helped you into your cage crinoline and assisted you with your skirts. Your mother put your hair up in a fancy updo and placed a hat on your head. Then, another knock was heard at the door. “___, are you decent?” came your brother’s voice. “Yes, Charles.” You call. “You may enter.” Your older brother Charles enters your room. “Father told me to tell you that the carriage is ready, mother.” And with that, your mother leaves the room. Charles smiles at you. “You are most beautiful, ____. All eyes will be on you tonight.” You envy him with his long hair simply pulled back, when yours was piled in uncomfortable positions on your head, with pins poking you. If only you could release one pin in the back, and the back of your hair could fall freely while the front was still glamorous. “No, you are just saying that. You know very well that all eyes will be on Miss Jessica Damsey. She is the most beautiful girl on this island.” You say, finally deciding to pull that pin. The back of your hair falls loosely and you relish the feeling of freedom. You take of your hat and inspect your hair. “Miss Jessica Damsey is only the richest girl on this island. And her brother is in control of her money. The only reason anyone’s eyes are on her is her wealth.” Charles said, placing the hat back on your head and pulling the veil down. You sigh. “Does that explain your little fling with that girl last year, Charles?” You saw him blush and he coughed a little. You smiled. “I think it’s best our parents don’t know about that. And it wasn’t just a fling. I really like her.” You glare at him, because he totally contradicted what he just said. “Charles, you are such a hypocrite. Now, may we leave? I would like to get this over with as soon as humanly possible.” Charles smiles again. “Race you downstairs.” He runs for your bedroom doors. “Wait! No fair! I cannot possibly run in this corset!” You say. Charles turns around, picks you up, and carries you downstairs. When you reach the carriages outside, Charles places you in the carriage you will share with him on the way to the ball. He has a quick word with your father and then enters the carriage to sit across from you. You look out the window to see your mother and father step into their carriage and start off on the short journey. Your carriage lurches forward and you see your house disappear around a sharp turn. * * * * * CHAPTER 2 – Walking And Talking You were leaning your head on the window when your brother spoke. “____, Father said he wanted us to close the curtains when we go by the harbor.” Somewhat startled that Charles spoke, you squinted your eyes as you looked out the window and the docks and ships. “Why?” You knew something was wrong when it took Charles a moment to answer. “Dear Charles, what’s happened?” Charles took a deep breath. “Close the curtains! Now! And I will tell you.” You made to close the curtain, but not before locking eyes with a most handsome man. He looked not much older than you, perhaps by three or four years. He had dark brown hair that reached just below his shoulders, and dark brown sincere eyes. He was tall, with a thin, muscular body. His tan skin contrasted perfectly with the white tunic he was wearing. If your mother had seen him, she would say he was dressed as a heathen. Or worse, a pirate. When he disappeared from sight, you closed the curtain. “Well,” Charles said, startling you again. “Father said Pirates have invaded. And not just any pirates. Jack Sparrow!” You laughed. “Pirates? Jack Sparrow? You mean to say that the Black Pearl is here at Cayo Hueso? Oh, what rubbish!” The rest of the ride was taken in silence. Lord Malloy’s ball was fairly exciting. After Daniel Hartford, who had danced mostly with you all night, had left, you decided to take a walk in Lady Malloy’s garden. You walked silently, breathing the fresh salty sea air. The moon was shining brightly. Fireflies were in the bushes, and seeing their lights, you secretly wished they were fairies. You sat down on a marble bench facing a beautiful fountain. Several moments later, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. You turned your head around. “You’re that girl!” the figure said before you could even register someone was there. You jumped up. “What?” you half whispered. You were squinting to see his face. “Step into the light.” As the man stepped into the light, you gasped. There he was, the man you had seen on the way to the ball. “Who are you?” you asked. “Are you a... A pirate?” “My name is Will Turner,” he said. The name wasn’t familiar. “And yes, I am a pirate.” “Now see here, Mr. Turner. If you intend to rape me, I suggest that you make it fast, because my family is waiting for me.,” you said. Both Will and yourself were surprised at what you just said. “Miss... uh... What’s your name?” he asked. You gave it to him. “Right, Miss ____, I can assure you that I don’t plan to rape you. I just ended up here completely by accident.” “Oh.” You were suddenly feeling quite stupid. “Will! Will!” came a whisper from one of the bushes. “Will, we gotta go! They’re after us!” You head a rustle and then the source of the voice disappeared. “I’m so sorry, Miss ____. I’ve got to go. I hope to see you again.” Will said. He kissed your hand, then turned and began to walk away. Call him. No. Do it! No! Last chance! Fine! “Mr. Turner! Please wait!” You called. He turned around and stopped. You lifted your skirts and hurried over to him. You felt a little foolish, but you dropped to your knees and took his hands. He gave you a confused look. “Please, Mr. Turner,” you said as you began to cry honest tears. “You must understand. I’m miserable. I hate being treated as property. Mr. Turner, I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life. Please take me with you.” Will looked at your teary face for a moment, and then he helped you up. “Come on. We must be quick.” You jogged along at Will’s side, trying your best to keep up with him. Your corset was making breathing tough. Will had taken you to your house so you could pack a few things. You picked a medium sized brown suitcase and packed it with a sleeping gown, a day gown (you were wearing your favorite evening gown), a spare corset, your silver locket, and your journal. You found a piece of parchment and wrote your family a quick letter. Dear Father, Mother, and Charles You smiled at Will as he picked up your bag. “It’s time,” he said. You grabbed the small white satchel sitting on the table. Coins jingled inside it. The two of you heard a loud explosion outside. Cannon fire. Will took your hand and you ran for the ship. You reached the harbor, and your breath caught in your throat as you saw the Black Pearl in the short distance. This was it. You were running away from Cayo Hueso. “Come, now, Miss ____. We’ve got to swim.” “Swim?” you asked. Cannons were shooting between the ship and the island. “Yes, swim.” He grabbed your hand again, and you two ran across a dock. “Mr. Turner, I don’t think I can do this!” you said while running on the long dock. You were nearing the end. “Call me Will!” he said. Then he pushed you into the warm, salty water. The water was over your head. You kicked your legs and waved your arms. When you surfaced, you coughed and sputtered. You looked all around for Will. He surfaced, and you followed him in the direction of the Pearl. The swim looked like a long distance, but in reality, it wasn’t. You and Will were pulled aboard on a rope. “Forgive me...” Will said. Then he placed his hand on your bottom to push you over the railing. You rolled over the railing and onto the deck. The wonderful, solid deck. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Will push himself over the railing. He bent down next to you. “Better?” he asked, smiling. You smiled back. “Much.” “Come,” he said, picking up your suitcase then giving you a hand up. “You’ll be sleeping with me.” TBC... |