Turner to the Sea

Elizabeths pov

It was morning which I was finally relieved. I couldn't sleep at all. I looked up at my burning candle and proceeded to climb out of bed to take the pendant out of my drawer that I had taken off of will many years ago, I put it on and admired it when...
Knock knock
"Elizabeth" said my father. I gasped and scurried to put my morning coat over my nightdress. "Are you decent?" "Yes. Yes!" I said back. Father opened the door and our servant went over to open the curtains." Still abed at this hour? It's a beautiful day! I have a gift for you and your...uhhh sister..."he said sounding excited. Two servants came over and held two boxes. He opened the both. There were two corsets for the both of us. One for me and one for Mary. I took it out of the box and admired it. "Oh it's beautiful!" I exclaimed. "Isn't it? Of course I bought a more comfortable one for Mary" replied father. I turned to face him. "May I inquire to the occasion?" I asked. "Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughters?" He laughed. He gestured to the servants to help me put it on. "Actually...where is Mary? I happened you might wear it to the ceremony today! Both of you! For captain norrigntons promotion ceremony" "I knew it!" I exclaimed. "Commodore norington he's about to become! Fine gentleman don't you think? He fancies you you know". The corset was excruciatingly painful and hard to breathe as the servants tightened it. "Elizabeth ? How's it coming? " "it's difficult to say, how will Mary be able to wear this for such a tiny body of hers" "she'll manage I'm told it's the latest fashion in London" "well women in London must've learned not to breathe"
"By the way why has Mary not been awoken yet?"
"Her bed was empty this morning sir," said one of the servants. "Empty? That could mean..."
"She's run away again papa"
"That girl, well, she'll have to have a punishment later on"
Mary was always running off. It was quite annoying really. Sometimes I would find her soaked to the skin or covered in mud. Sometimes she'd be in the hands of an angry mother bc she punched her son out for making fun of her. I felt like her mother half the time. The one thing I always loved about her was how she was the spitting image of mr. Turner. She had the dark hair and the dark eyes that were hard to resist when I saw him. Her skin was tan just like his but her skin was looked down upon by alot of ladies in our society. But it was what made Mary Mary. Father left the room to further be prepared for the ceremony leaving me thinking about life.