The Second Swann ---///--------

Chapter 7

Authors Note:

Hellooo! Yes, I have returned...despite that my laptop has my actual chapter seven saved I wanted to post again. I was skimming through my chapters and realized that something HAD to be done!

Although...I must MUST warn you...this  is a chapter 7 of a fan fiction that I have stopped working on last year in the summer...a full year, perhaps? So my writing won't be the same as it was once was. Meaning...it will be VERY rusty, and I apologize for that.

I've also done this because I've noticed the amount of followers that I've been gaining (Hello new followers! Hugs and free chocolate for all!) and that's been scratching my mind, haunting me....the more followers, the larger the audience becomes....so I had to write this, in return of their following.

I am NOT a follwer collector and will eventually read/comment my follower's works with given time!

Now I'm rambling, so let's get on with the show. Welcome back, Pirate lovers!

———————————————————————————————————————

Chapter Seven

  It was noon when the celebration began. The courtyard of the fort came to life as the musicians accessorized the chatter with strings and wind instruments. Some of the attendants began to waltz lazily beneath the Caribbean sun, while others explored the premises, either beneath the arches, providing the shade they saught for, or, they strolled down the cobble stone paths leading to the sandy beaches.

Elizabeth had departed shortly ago, just after another session of bickering over who would hold onto the medallion. In the end, I gave in, and took hold of it, after Elizabeth had reminded me the Commodore would be searching for her.

In spite of knowing nothing of it's origins, to us, it felt dangerous to carry around, dare I say even cursed. Will wore this after a shipwreck, and each time we looked at this golden plate, that uncanny memory would resurface like a twilight fog. of that uncanny memory each time It was a dangerous item to be carrying around so recklessly. It was something no one would find appropriate to see anyone be wearing, especially if you were the daughter of the governor. One spotting of it and an entire life may just be thrown through the hanging hoops of the gallows...though I'm sure father would able to stop it from happening to his daughters, should that situation ever arise and I pray it never will. The mere idea of getting caught was distressing.

Stepping beneath one of the arches, and making sure no curious eyes were upon me, I quickly clasped the necklace around the back of my neck and hid the medallion into the front of my corset.

From my distance, I could see and hear the musicians as they played. Curious how able they were to play even if sweats had begun to cling to their clothes.

"Refreshments, madame?" startled, I jumped at the sudden voice behind me and turned to see a tall young man with round blue eyes that maintained that familiar twinkle that I recognized immediately. Each time I see him I can hardly recognize him beneath the professional wig and attire.

"Edgar!" I exclaimed in surprise then eagerly nodded to his request. "Please." He lowered the tray that he was holding and I selected one of the crystal glasses that held a slender slice of a cucumber inside.  After taking a sip from my drink, I licked my lips satisfyingly before glancing up at my dear old friend whose smile stretched the gentle tanned freckles dusted across his cheeks and nose. "What a pleasant coincidence. I see you've been doing well since the last time we met." I gestured up at his new attained wig and he lifted his eyes to follow the direction of my finger pointing. He returned his gaze to me with a sheepish smile.