A Pirate's Life for Me? I Think Not!: Chapter One

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Just a word of warning:

To make my historical stories a little bit more "me" I do not make my characters talk how they normally would in this time period.  I will never even bother publishing this, so I didn't take the time to make the words historically correct.  Thanks!

A Pirate's Life for Me? I Don't Think So...

Chapter One

"Miss Lena, your mother needs you."

I sighed and looked away from the mirror. I wasn't done brushing my hair one hundred times yet! I walked down the staircase and into the parlor where my mother was drinking tea with some important woman. I curtsied a small curtsey and smiled at the woman shyly.

"Sit down, child."

I did as I was told and sat down in one of the arm chairs, my back never touching the chair. I sat quietly, waiting for my mother to speak.

"This is Lady Duncan. Her son is Derrick Duncan. Do you know him?"

I thought for a moment, my blue eyes turned up to the ceiling in thought.

"Yes, Mr. Duncan!" I said enthusiastically, hoping that they couldn't tell that I was lying.

Lady Duncan smiled at me and I smiled back.

"My son has shown his interest in you, Miss Grey. You simply must meet him."

"But with a chaperone of course," My mother interjected.

"That would be lovely." I said quietly, ignoring the pain in my back.

"How about Monday for tea at my house? My family would be delighted to have the two of you over."

"We would love to come and visit." My mother answered for the both of us.

I drank the rest of my tea slowly and took one little cake. I didn't want to over do it. After about an hour of gossiping, Lady Duncan left, promising that she'd send us an invitation within the week.

"Well, Angelina, are you excited to meet this Mr. Duncan?"

"Yes." I said quietly.

"You must be on your best behavior. This could be a great marriage match for you. Do you understand me?"


My mother took a sip of her tea before dismissing me by nodding her head towards the door. I got up and slowly walked out of the door, making sure that I was taking small steps and making it look like I was floating across the floor. My mother made a noise in the background, letting me know that she approved of what I was doing.

I went back upstairs to my bedroom and picked up the silver brush in my hand, sitting down in the chair to my vanity at the same time. I picked up a piece of my light blonde hair and counted from fifty.

"51, 52, 53..." I murmured, continuing until I reached 100. After my hair was silky smooth, I arranged it in different ways, trying to see which way made me look more beautiful. After a couple of different styles, I shrugged, thinking that I looked beautiful any way. I went to one of the trunks in the corner of my room and pulled out a raspberry and cream gown.

My mother and I were going for a walk in the park so that we could be seen. I was sixteen now, the age to marry. The hat was also raspberry and had a flower and lace on it. My maids helped me change into the gown and I walked downstairs to my waiting mother. She nodded in approval when she saw my gown. We went walking around the park, nodding to certain people.

My mother parted to go and talk to her friends while I went and found their daughters, also my friends. Honestly, I was the prettiest one in the group. There were only four of us, but I was the more fortunate with looks and money. Some would call us stuck-up and shallow, but I didn't see it. They all 'ooh-ed' and 'ahh-ed' when they saw my gown.