Consequences
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,976
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own POTC or any of the characters from it...they are strictly owned by Disney and this story is just for fun and I make no money from it!
chapter 2
A/N: Thank you for the review Kayla…I’m glad you like the story so far. Here is the latest chapter…hope you like it!! You will finally get to know the name of Jack’s one night stand in this chapter.
Crumpling the parchment paper up into a tiny ball Mena lifted her hand to throw it towards the door of the tiny and dirty room she had spent the night in with the scoundrel she had shared drinks with the night before. Her bottom lip trembled as her hand lowered back down to her side. As angry as she was at him just leaving her there without so much as a second thought she wasn’t angry enough to throw away that letter he had written her. It was the only thing she had left to prove that he actually existed and that she hadn’t lost her mind. Deciding that she had spent more than enough time feeling sorry for the bad decision she had made she pushed herself to get out of bed. As she slid towards the edge of the bed she suddenly felt something cold pressing against the back of her right thigh.
Reaching under her leg she grasped the cold object and lifted her hand back up to see what it was. Opening her hand she looked down to see a silver coin resting in the middle of her palm. Glancing closer at it she could see that it was a piece of eight. It was shiny and seemed to be in perfect condition…like it had never been spent before. A frown stretched across her pretty face as she glared down at the piece of eight. He had left that for her. So this was all he thought her worth did he? That good for nothing scoundrel…if she ever saw him again she would make him very sorry for ever crossing paths with her! Then the sudden remembrance that she didn’t even know his name made her realize that she wouldn’t even begin to know where to look for him. Sighing heavily she stood up and placed the crumpled up piece of parchment along with the piece of eight onto the little bedside table. She had to get dressed and get back home before her Uncle sent out the Royal Navy to track her down.
She hastily pulled on her chemise and corset before pulling on her heavy green dress and then stepping into her shoes. Just as she was about to leave the room she glanced back at the bedside table. Rolling her eyes she strode over and snatched up the parchment paper and the piece of eight. Folding the parchment paper neatly wrapping the piece of eight inside it she carefully placed it down between her breasts before leaving the room. She ran her fingers through her coffee colored curls trying to make herself look as presentable as she possibly could. The heels of her shoes clicked loudly against the stone floor as she headed towards the door of the dirty little tavern and inn. Stepping outside she had to shield her blue eyes from the bright glaring sunlight. She just had to get back to Port Royal or else her Uncle would waste no time in sending out the Royal Navy to collect her. And then he would send her straight back to England where she would have to explain her atrocious behavior to her less than tolerant father.
She walked down to the pier to see if she could pay for passage on one of the many merchant ships that were heading back towards Port Royal. She froze when she heard a shrill voice scream her name out across the pier loudly.
“Philomena Anne Westover!”
Turning around Mena frowned when she saw the owner of the shrill voice. It was her Governess Ms. Mistleton. Forcing a smile she waved at the elderly woman who was rapidly approaching her. Ms. Mistleton was about fifty and her brown hair was streaked with strands of silvery gray hair. Her face was beginning to wrinkle and her blue gray eyes were hard and piercing. She wasn’t exactly a mean woman but she wasn’t what Mena would call the friendliest of people either. But then again Mena doubted she would be very friendly either if she had to look after a young woman who rarely listened to anything that anyone told her to do.
“Good morning Ms. Mistleton.”
“Good morning indeed! I have been looking all over for you Philomena! Where have you been?”
“I was down at the beaches…and you know that I prefer to be called Mena.”
“Oh heavens sake…you mean to tell me you were down by the water all night? And you know that little nick name isn’t proper for a young lady to go by.”
“Yes Ms. Mistleton…I was down by the water just appreciating the tranquility of the silence.”
“You mean you were frolicking about like a heathen child again…Philomena you are a lady…it’s high time you started acting like one.”
“Yes Ms. Mistleton.”
“For the life of me I cannot understand how you got so lucky to capture the affections of such a wonderful young man like Mr. Wesley Chase. Does he know how unruly you behave?”
“Have we missed the boat back to Port Royal?”
Ms. Mistleton frowned as she noticed Mena’s blatant change of subject.
“No…luckily for you we have not. The boat will be leaving port in a few minutes…now let’s get onboard shall we? Wouldn’t want to worry your poor Uncle now would we?”
“No of course not Ms. Mistleton.”
Mena rolled her eyes as she followed Ms. Mistleton onto the merchant ship that was going to carry them back to Port Royal. She knew that the old woman was just simply trying to look after her since that was what her father had hired the woman to do…but it didn’t mean that she had to constantly henpeck her like she was a small child. Mena quickly found a spot at the ship’s railing to look out over the ocean as they made their way back to Port Royal. Looking over her shoulder she saw Ms. Mistleton shake her head in disapproval as she headed below decks to get some much needed rest. Smiling to herself Mena turned her attention back towards the water. Her blue eyes seemed to light up as she watched the sapphire waves dance about. This was the only time she felt free…when she was looking out at the sea. But unfortunately for her that freedom never lasted…it was always fleeting. And once they arrived back in Port Royal she knew that she would have even less freedom. Mena didn’t want to think about that now…she wanted to just relish the feeling of freedom that she was caught up in at the moment. Letting her eyes slip closed she inhaled the salty air deeply letting it take her away to whatever far away place her mind desired.
A/N: Please read and review!!
Crumpling the parchment paper up into a tiny ball Mena lifted her hand to throw it towards the door of the tiny and dirty room she had spent the night in with the scoundrel she had shared drinks with the night before. Her bottom lip trembled as her hand lowered back down to her side. As angry as she was at him just leaving her there without so much as a second thought she wasn’t angry enough to throw away that letter he had written her. It was the only thing she had left to prove that he actually existed and that she hadn’t lost her mind. Deciding that she had spent more than enough time feeling sorry for the bad decision she had made she pushed herself to get out of bed. As she slid towards the edge of the bed she suddenly felt something cold pressing against the back of her right thigh.
Reaching under her leg she grasped the cold object and lifted her hand back up to see what it was. Opening her hand she looked down to see a silver coin resting in the middle of her palm. Glancing closer at it she could see that it was a piece of eight. It was shiny and seemed to be in perfect condition…like it had never been spent before. A frown stretched across her pretty face as she glared down at the piece of eight. He had left that for her. So this was all he thought her worth did he? That good for nothing scoundrel…if she ever saw him again she would make him very sorry for ever crossing paths with her! Then the sudden remembrance that she didn’t even know his name made her realize that she wouldn’t even begin to know where to look for him. Sighing heavily she stood up and placed the crumpled up piece of parchment along with the piece of eight onto the little bedside table. She had to get dressed and get back home before her Uncle sent out the Royal Navy to track her down.
She hastily pulled on her chemise and corset before pulling on her heavy green dress and then stepping into her shoes. Just as she was about to leave the room she glanced back at the bedside table. Rolling her eyes she strode over and snatched up the parchment paper and the piece of eight. Folding the parchment paper neatly wrapping the piece of eight inside it she carefully placed it down between her breasts before leaving the room. She ran her fingers through her coffee colored curls trying to make herself look as presentable as she possibly could. The heels of her shoes clicked loudly against the stone floor as she headed towards the door of the dirty little tavern and inn. Stepping outside she had to shield her blue eyes from the bright glaring sunlight. She just had to get back to Port Royal or else her Uncle would waste no time in sending out the Royal Navy to collect her. And then he would send her straight back to England where she would have to explain her atrocious behavior to her less than tolerant father.
She walked down to the pier to see if she could pay for passage on one of the many merchant ships that were heading back towards Port Royal. She froze when she heard a shrill voice scream her name out across the pier loudly.
“Philomena Anne Westover!”
Turning around Mena frowned when she saw the owner of the shrill voice. It was her Governess Ms. Mistleton. Forcing a smile she waved at the elderly woman who was rapidly approaching her. Ms. Mistleton was about fifty and her brown hair was streaked with strands of silvery gray hair. Her face was beginning to wrinkle and her blue gray eyes were hard and piercing. She wasn’t exactly a mean woman but she wasn’t what Mena would call the friendliest of people either. But then again Mena doubted she would be very friendly either if she had to look after a young woman who rarely listened to anything that anyone told her to do.
“Good morning Ms. Mistleton.”
“Good morning indeed! I have been looking all over for you Philomena! Where have you been?”
“I was down at the beaches…and you know that I prefer to be called Mena.”
“Oh heavens sake…you mean to tell me you were down by the water all night? And you know that little nick name isn’t proper for a young lady to go by.”
“Yes Ms. Mistleton…I was down by the water just appreciating the tranquility of the silence.”
“You mean you were frolicking about like a heathen child again…Philomena you are a lady…it’s high time you started acting like one.”
“Yes Ms. Mistleton.”
“For the life of me I cannot understand how you got so lucky to capture the affections of such a wonderful young man like Mr. Wesley Chase. Does he know how unruly you behave?”
“Have we missed the boat back to Port Royal?”
Ms. Mistleton frowned as she noticed Mena’s blatant change of subject.
“No…luckily for you we have not. The boat will be leaving port in a few minutes…now let’s get onboard shall we? Wouldn’t want to worry your poor Uncle now would we?”
“No of course not Ms. Mistleton.”
Mena rolled her eyes as she followed Ms. Mistleton onto the merchant ship that was going to carry them back to Port Royal. She knew that the old woman was just simply trying to look after her since that was what her father had hired the woman to do…but it didn’t mean that she had to constantly henpeck her like she was a small child. Mena quickly found a spot at the ship’s railing to look out over the ocean as they made their way back to Port Royal. Looking over her shoulder she saw Ms. Mistleton shake her head in disapproval as she headed below decks to get some much needed rest. Smiling to herself Mena turned her attention back towards the water. Her blue eyes seemed to light up as she watched the sapphire waves dance about. This was the only time she felt free…when she was looking out at the sea. But unfortunately for her that freedom never lasted…it was always fleeting. And once they arrived back in Port Royal she knew that she would have even less freedom. Mena didn’t want to think about that now…she wanted to just relish the feeling of freedom that she was caught up in at the moment. Letting her eyes slip closed she inhaled the salty air deeply letting it take her away to whatever far away place her mind desired.
A/N: Please read and review!!