Cordelia, Daughter of the Sea
A Gift From Elizabeth
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Cordelia looked around the room she was to spend the
night in. It reminded her of the room
she grew up in. She sat on the bed,
which was far more comfortable than any aboard The Black Pearl, and
simply looked around. Anyone would be happy
to live this sort of lavish lifestyle, she herself had enjoyed it for a
time…However, it now all seemed so trivial to her. How could such a life be trivial? Well, Cordelia realized that, at any moment, all of it could be
gone. She didn’t see the point in
building up another stationary life.
She enjoyed what she had with the Sevrensons - if things had not
happened the way they did, she would probably still be quite content with that
life, but now – now she wanted something different, something that, hopefully,
the sea could offer her.
Cordelia noticed something on the chair in the
corner of her room. She got up and went
to see what it was. Upon inspection,
she found a note from Elizabeth which read:
Cordelia, if you are to sail with Captain Jack Sparrow,
you will no doubt have adventures. I
thought that you may wish to remember them.
~Elizabeth
The note was attached to a leather bound journal
that held a few hundred blank pages. Can
one person do enough to fill this book?
Next to the journal sat an inkwell and a couple of pens.
said to herself. “I hope that I’ll be
able to see you again.” Cordelia ran
her fingers along the first blank page in the journal.
aren’t you?” she said, smiling. “All
right then.” Cordelia went back to the
bed and sat down; she then dated the page and began to write.
Collin
and Adelaide have passed on. They were
the most wonderful people that could have taken me in – I was blessed to have
had them in my life. After they were
gone, I lost almost everything I held dear to me. The only family that I knew is gone, as well as practically
everything I owned. What I had left was
the desire to find out who I really am, however, after a trip to the pirate
town of Tortuga, that too was lost.
I was attacked by a man after I refused to go to
his bed, and by all accounts, I should be dead. However, here I sit, alive and well, thanks to a man by the name
of Captain Jack Sparrow. A pirate saved
my life. It all sounds so ridiculous,
my being a rescued “damsel in distress” I mean. I was told a countless number of fairytales in my childhood, but
never believed that a handsome prince would come take me away from
everything…
Cordelia stopped writing for a moment and smiled to
herself, shaking her head at her thoughts.
…why settle for a prince when you can have a
pirate?
Jack Sparrow is unlike anyone I’ve ever met
before – I’m willing to bet that every woman he meets has that exact same thought.
comments about women gladly going to his bed are true…still, against my better
judgment, I can’t help but be attracted to him…so much so that I’m setting sail
with him.
I have yet to begin to scratch the surface of who
Jack Sparrow is, and I am already more intrigued by him than any other person
in the world. My quest for who I was is
no longer a concern for me – I am now determined to find out just who Jack
Sparrow is.
My Life upon The Black Pearl begins tomorrow
afternoon. I was brought up knowing
that there was pirate blood in my veins, but I never thought that I would act
on my heritage. At least I can board
the ship knowing that I won’t be useless, I can put to use everything that
Collin taught me, hopefully earning my keep as a crewmember.
job is to swab the deck.
Here’s to a new life…
Cordelia closed her journal and
blew out the candle beside her bed. She
settled in beneath the covers and fell in to a restful sleep.