I was very tired. I hadn't gotten any sleep the night before and my attempts at resting now were being thwarted by the constant jostling of the carriage. Just the week before my father had told me I was to be married off to a British Navy Commodore. My father thought me daft and gave little information on why the fellow would want a wife under such short notice. I mean what man decides to go through matrimony after getting their heart torn out and dashed against some gnarly sea rocks by a woman he loved for most of his life? James Norrington that's who, and the woman? My lovely cousin Elizabeth Swann. As the cobbled streets of Port Royal flew by the carriage windows, I recalled the many letters from Elizabeth detailing her harrowing adventures and run-ins with a certain pirate and his crew. These letters of correspondence were also how I knew about the rejected affections of Sir Norrington, and were the very reason why I now sat in this carriage fidgeting with my satin gloves contemplating throwing myself out the small glass window. As the carriage started to roll down the long road that led to the grand estate of my relatives I just wanted to be back in France with my loving mother and siblings, even thoughts of my stony and overbearing father were comforting. Before sending me off Mama had told me that in time James and I might learn to love each other, but even that piece of advice did nothing to calm the storm of nerves that raged inside me as the carriage came to a stop.
The carriage door opened with a click and I was met with the elated and overjoyed face of my Uncle Governor Swann, Elizabeth, and the rather dashing Will Turner. I thanked the coachman as he helped me down the steps but I almost lost my footing when my gaze locked with the cold steely eyes of the Commodore who stood silently off to the side away from those eagerly awaiting my arrival. As he critically scanned me over I regarded him curiosly, taking note of his strong jaw, lean stature, straight nose and immaculate attire. The Commodore was very handsome but as I met his gaze once more I saw the malice and hostility clearly displayed in his deep blue orbs. At that momment I knew that even if I were the perect wife one would expect of high society, I would always be his second choice.
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His Second Choice
FanfictionI was very tired. I hadn't gotten any sleep the night before and my attempts at resting were being thwarted by the constant jostling of the carriage. Just the week before my father had told me I was to be married off to a British Navy Commodore. My...
