((Sometimes I just get really sad, and listen to my blog playlist and get all giddy. :D))
Elizabeth smiled.
“That’s just something Peter Pan would say, I suppose. Alright. I’ll go with you….” she stumbled in her mind a moment. He most likely didn’t own a map or know any other pirates. What was she to do? This island wasn’t on her map and she had no help. I suppose there was only one thing to do.
“Let’s explore this island, then!”
“Of course it is, because I AM Peter Pan!!!” he exclaimed. “Exploring is one of my favorite things to do!!! Let’s go!!! We better find some food and water, in case we’ll be here for a while!” He smiled at her and asked, “So, Elizabeth, where are you from?”
“Got some water, rum and some fruit to last about a week, maybe.” Elizabeth walked over to the Lily, as it was washed up on shore. She tied the boat up to a rock, and collected her things before starting their journey. “Port Royal. I’m actually Governor Weatherby’s daughter. I haven’t been to Port Royal in a while though, these past few years have been nothing but trouble.”
Peter was amazed that a boat seemed to materialize out of nowhere, but he thought it was very exciting. “Port Royal? Where’s that? And why would you be away if you’re the governor’s daughter?”
“Port Royal is on the western end of Palisadoes in Jamaica.” Elizabeth said with her nose high in the the air. “I moved there on a voyage from Britain when I was eight years old….. and I left, because…..well it’s a very long story. Pirates, is all I have to say, really.” Elizabeth frowned. “My father…..isn’t around anymore. What I meant to say, is that, he used to be the Governor of Port Royal….” She looked down. “….one day, at world’s end, on the way back from Davy Jone’s locker….. he was heading straight towards it…..” she bit her lip.
Peter’s eyes widened at her mention of pirates. “Those pirates are always causing trouble! Getting near them is just a bad idea! Unless you’re gonna fight them or something!” He laughed softly and then thought about what she had said about her father. Peter knew nothing of fathers, or this locker place that Elizabeth spoke of, but he could tell it had upset her, so he said, “Oh…I’m sorry about what happened to your father.”
Elizabeth took a deep breath.
“It’s no big deal, really….” it was silent for a moment. “…..Pirates? I hate them. They’re no-good, wobbly-legged, rum-soaked ruffians. I got swindled into them a few years ago and….now I’m their leader.” She explained. “Hoo-ray.” she added sarcastically.
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