Not Quite Rapunzel [The Spanish Main; Closed]
Elizabeth hissed and stuck her wounded thumb into her mouth before returning to her task of using her hairpins in order to open the lock on her balcony door. There had been another attack on the port several nights prior, and by the looks of things from Elizabeth’s window, the scant rest of the population of Port Royal had either fled or… worse. She just couldn't sit by idle any longer.
The ocean looked oddly calm in the moonlight, allowing a false image of peacefulness to greet Elizabeth’s eyes. If one were to look past the lush trees surrounding the port, they would see the streets and stores empty and devoid of their usual life. Port Royal was on its deathbed, and it was painful to watch.
Elizabeth lowered her head, eyes following her hands as they rattled the handles of the balcony door for the umpteenth time. The last attack on Port Royal had been on her wedding day. The day that she and Will Turner were to be united was turned into another day of despair and fear. She should have been married by now. If those wretched little beasts hadn’t ruined everything, she would not be locked in her own room like some criminal condemned to death.
In her heart she knew her father was trying to protect her by putting her under lock and key, but that wouldn’t stop the creatures. A mere four walls (no matter how wealthy) would not keep them at bay. Elizabeth knew little about the monsters, but she knew it was only a matter of time before all of Port Royal was taken. There was barely anyone left to giving Port Royal a fighting chance. She assumed that was why her father was trying to find a way to get her to safety. Yet all it did was give her more incentive to escape.
Elizabeth sighed and gave up on the doors. It was idiotic to think that something she had read in a novel would work in a real life situation. A mere lock separated her from her goal! Infuriated, she gave the handles one last violent rattle, imagining it to be the throat whatever caused all of it.
And of course, that was when the doors decided to swing open.
The first smile in what seemed to be ages appeared on Elizabeth’s face as she struggled to contain her laughter. Yes! She had done it! Her elation quickly faded as she was reminded of her task. She had to get down, now. Setting her jaw, she couldn’t help but feel like one of the protagonists in a book she had read weeks before - tying a rope made of linens to the banister and hoping it would hold as she climbed down.
She had gotten past the hard part. Now it was just a matter of not breaking her neck.
The ocean looked oddly calm in the moonlight, allowing a false image of peacefulness to greet Elizabeth’s eyes. If one were to look past the lush trees surrounding the port, they would see the streets and stores empty and devoid of their usual life. Port Royal was on its deathbed, and it was painful to watch.
Elizabeth lowered her head, eyes following her hands as they rattled the handles of the balcony door for the umpteenth time. The last attack on Port Royal had been on her wedding day. The day that she and Will Turner were to be united was turned into another day of despair and fear. She should have been married by now. If those wretched little beasts hadn’t ruined everything, she would not be locked in her own room like some criminal condemned to death.
In her heart she knew her father was trying to protect her by putting her under lock and key, but that wouldn’t stop the creatures. A mere four walls (no matter how wealthy) would not keep them at bay. Elizabeth knew little about the monsters, but she knew it was only a matter of time before all of Port Royal was taken. There was barely anyone left to giving Port Royal a fighting chance. She assumed that was why her father was trying to find a way to get her to safety. Yet all it did was give her more incentive to escape.
Elizabeth sighed and gave up on the doors. It was idiotic to think that something she had read in a novel would work in a real life situation. A mere lock separated her from her goal! Infuriated, she gave the handles one last violent rattle, imagining it to be the throat whatever caused all of it.
And of course, that was when the doors decided to swing open.
The first smile in what seemed to be ages appeared on Elizabeth’s face as she struggled to contain her laughter. Yes! She had done it! Her elation quickly faded as she was reminded of her task. She had to get down, now. Setting her jaw, she couldn’t help but feel like one of the protagonists in a book she had read weeks before - tying a rope made of linens to the banister and hoping it would hold as she climbed down.
She had gotten past the hard part. Now it was just a matter of not breaking her neck.