Consequences

A/N: Okay so Mena arrives in Port Charles to meet up with her fiance Wesley but when she arrives she finds that he has not yet arrived. This gives her time to catch up with her cousin Elizabeth. Will she tell her about the scoundrel pirate whom she allowed to deflower her back in Nassau? Please read and review!!

It was late when Mena’s blue eyes finally fluttered before opening wide to dark around the small cabin she had slept in. Feeling the gentle rocking of the ship’s hull as it glided across the sea she remembered that she was on her way back to Port Royal. A loud knocking at her cabin door startled her before the shrill voice of Ms. Mistleton floated through it.

“Philomena are you still sleeping? Get up and open this door!”

With a roll of her eyes and a heavy sigh Mena kicked back the blanket and slid out of the bed to walk slowly over to the door. Unlocking the door she swung it open to find a rather annoyed looking Ms. Mistleton standing out in the hallway. The older woman let herself into the room and shut the door loudly behind her. Mena could already tell from the scowl that was plastered on her governess’s face that she was about to get an earful. Placing her hands on her hips the older woman took a breath before beginning her rant.

“Look at you…still in your knickers at this hour!”

“At this hour…what time is it anyway?”

“It’s after three in the afternoon Philomena…hurry up and get dressed! We will be arriving in Port Royal within an hour!”

“Oh relax Ms. Mistleton…it’s not as if we are sailing into the harbor right this moment.”

“Oh I swear…your wherever the wind blows me attitude is going to be the death of me someday! Now then…get out of that chemise…it’s positively filthy.”

Mena frowned as she lifted her arms for Ms. Mistleton to begin stripping off her chemise. Ms. Mistleton shook her head as she grasped the bottom of the chemise and lifted it over Mena’s body until it was being tossed to the floor. Mena stood there stark naked as she waited for Ms. Mistleton to fill the basin with fresh water. Ms. Mistleton filled the basin with water and then hastily grabbed the washcloth that sat neatly folded next to it. Dipping the washcloth into the cold water she then grabbed the small bar of sweet smelling soap and lathered up the washcloth. Mena held her arms out while Ms. Mistleton set to the task of washing her. She jumped a little when the coldness of the washcloth skimmed over her breasts before heading down across her stomach. A small indignant whimper escaped her throat when Ms. Mistleton roughly nudged her thighs apart and ran the cold washcloth across her sex.

After rinsing off the soap ms. Mistleton grabbed the linen that was folded up on the chair next to the dresser she then wrapped it around Mena’s naked and shivering body. Bending down the older woman opened the trunk that held Mena’s clothes. She pulled out a corset, a fresh white lace chemise, a pair of white cotton knickers and some white stockings. Then she pulled out a cotton dress that was the color of rust and laid it out next to the undergarments she had pulled out before. Then she pulled out a pair of cream colored leather shoes that had an accent of rust colored stitching across the toes of them.

Mena bit her tongue to keep from protesting that she could dress herself as Ms. Mistleton set to the task of dressing her. Stepping into the cotton knickers she held out a hand as she pulled them up over her hips herself. Then she sat down on the edge of the bed while Ms. Mistleton pulled the white stockings onto her shapely legs attaching the garters that hung from her knickers to the tops of them. Mena stood back up and turned around so that her back faced Ms. Mistleton. She gave a heavy sigh when she felt the heavy fabric of the corset as it was being slipped onto her body. Ms. Mistleton’s shrill voice broke the peaceful quiet that had inhabited the small cabin.

“Now then…grab onto the edge of the dresser so that I can lace up your corset my lady.”

With a small groan Mena padded over to the dresser and grasped the edge of it tightly as she prepared herself for what was coming next. Ms. Mistleton pulled the laces of the corset hard and tight as she laced up the horrible contraption. Mena let out a few small grunts as the corset was tugged tighter to her body. Finally tying off the corset Ms. Mistleton then grabbed the lacy chemise from the bed and nodded her head at Mena for her to lift her arms. Lifting her arms Mena pressed her lips together tightly to keep from saying anything about how horribly tight her corset was. Ms. Mistleton slipped the chemise on Mena’s body over the corset carefully before grabbing the rust colored dress. Mena stepped into the heavy dress without a word and then turned around so that Ms. Mistleton could button up the back of it. The dress was lovely with a sweetheart neckline that showed off an appropriate amount of her small alabaster breasts. It had cream colored satin ribbon that accented the elbow length sleeves as well as the sweetheart neckline where a dainty little cream colored satin bow hung from the neckline tapered down to a point. The same satin ribbon accented the bottom of the dress as well.

“Now you look like a proper young lady.”

“I don’t think I can move with all this nonsense on.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous…you can move just fine my lady. Now…about that unruly hair of yours.”

“What’s wrong with my hair? I happen to like the way it looks.”

“It isn’t proper for a young lady to run around with her hair hanging down like that. Now sit and let me fix your hair like a proper young lady.”

Rolling her eyes again Mena slowly strode over to the chair that was next to the dresser and sank down into it. Ms. Mistleton immediately set to the task of combing out her long curly coffee colored locks and she wasn’t being exactly gentle about it. Frowning as Ms. Mistleton roughly ran the brush through her hair making her head tilt back a bit Mena struggled to bite her tongue. Finally Ms. Mistelton finished combing out her hair and then began piling it up on top of her head and securing it with several hair pins. Only a few small stray strands of hair were left trailing down the back of Mena’s neck when Ms. Mistleton had finished with her.

A knock on the door made both of the women jump a bit before Ms. Mistleton called out.

“Yes…who’s there?”

“It’s Captain Branigan ma’am…might I come in?”

Mena nodded and then stood up to cross the room to open the door for the captain of the ship. She didn’t fail to notice the widening of the man’s green eyes when she opened the door. A small smile stretched across her pretty face as she gestured for him to come in. Captain Branigan was a tall man…about six foot maybe a little more with light sandy blonde hair. He had dimples when he smiled and was very solidly built. He couldn’t have been very much older than she was and she had certainly noticed that he had taken notice of her.

“Was there something you needed Captain Branigan?”

“Oh please Miss Westover…call me James?”

“Alright James…but only if you will call me Mena?”

Behind her Ms. Mistleton cleared her throat loudly making Mena grin at the captain who did his best to stifle the laughter that was threatening to escape his throat.

“”If it pleases the lady?”

“It does.”

“Well then…Mena…I just wanted to inform you that we are about to enter Port Royal’s harbor.”

“Already?”

“Yes ma’am…I mean Mena.”

“That’s wonderful news…thank you James.”

“Oh it’s my pleasure Mena. Would you like to come up on deck while we sail into the harbor?”

“Certainly.”

James offered Mena his arm and she took it smiling broadly at him. They were halfway out the door when Ms. Mistleton’s shrill voice stopped them.

“Not without your parisol Philomena!”

With a heavy sigh Mena turned around and yanked the cream colored lace parisol out of Ms. Mistleton’s hands roughly before turning back around to face James. They headed out the door and began climbing the stairs to head above decks. Once above deck Mena glanced behind them making sure that Ms. Mistleton had stayed below decks. A smile stretched across her face when she didn’t see the older woman. Satisfied that she was free to do as she pleased…at least for a little while Mena folded her parisol and stuffed it underneath her right arm. James looked down at her with a crooked grin.

“I see you listen about as well as I do?”

“I can’t help it…I don’t much like being told what to do.”

“Well it seems to me that a lady of your station doesn’t really have much choice now does she?”

“Unfortunately no…I’m pretty much destined to be told what to do for the rest of my life.”

“Do you ever think about leaving it all behind?”

“All the time.”

“Then perhaps you should stop thinking and start doing?”

“James…are you suggesting I run away with you?”

Looking up at him she could see that his dimples deepened when his smile widened.

“Would it be wrong of me to suggest such a thing?”

“No it’s not wrong…it’s flattering.”

Just as James was about to reply the First Mate shouted loudly interrupting them.

“Drop anchor lads…we’ve made port!”

Mena and James both blushed a little when they caught each other’s gaze momentarily. But the moment was quickly broken up when the First Mate approached them.

“We’ve made port sir…ready to begin unloading?”

“Um…yes Bill…that’s fine.”

“Well James…I should go get Ms. Mistleton.”

Nodding he let go of her arm. Just as she was about to walk away he grabbed her right hand stopping her and making her turn back around to face him.

“Mena…you’re a beautiful woman…I hope that you find whatever it is that you’re looking for.”

And then he placed a soft kiss to the back of her right hand making her blush again. Mena quickly headed below decks and helped Ms. Mistleton get her things together for the men to carry above decks. Once onto the pier they were flagged down by Reginald Moore the Governor’s personal carriage driver. He quickly loaded Mena and Ms. Mistleton’s things into the black carriage and they were quickly headed back to the Governor’s mansion. The ride to the mansion was quiet as Mena stared out the window thinking about what James Branigan had said to her back on the ship. She wasn’t looking for anything…she had everything she could ever want. Didn’t she? Shaking her head she tried to clear her thoughts and focus on her fiance. It would be the first time that they had seen each other since she had left London. And that had been nearly six months ago. Mena couldn’t wait to feel his arms around her and his lips against hers. A small smile stretched across her face the more she thought about Wesley. James had been wrong…she wasn’t missing anything. She had everything she could ever possibly desire and his name was Wesley Chase.

A/N: Okay the next chapter they arrive at the mansion and Mena discovers that Wesley has been called away on business. Will she tell Elizabeth what happened in Nassau? Please read and review!!