Rosalyn Puckett, continued
For reasons that according to Livejournal's FAQ have to do with my computer's MTU (Maximum Transmission Unit) value and the fact that my computer is linked to the university network, I was unable to post the previous entry about Rosalyn Puckett in it's entirety. Thus I've had to cut out the excerpts from the story and post them here as a separate entry. Stupid, I know, but I guess that's the way it'll have to be.
Excerpts from English Rose
Miss Puckett is taken aboard…for no discernible reason.
He placed his hand upon the mattress and tossed it back, to reveal the person underneath. “You shouldn’t hide! Its not-“
Davy Jones stopped in his tracks. Before him lay a lady, no older then eighteen, curled in a ball in her soaked lavender dress and crying into her fists. Her hair, grew to the middle of her back in waves that matched the sea. It was dark in the room, but Davy could tell it was the color most associated with land. He stood still for several moments, until he took the pipe from his mouth and dumped it in the rising water. The girl didn’t move, except to shutter from the cold and shock of a shipwreck.
Davy was about to speak until someone behind him did so for him.
“Hey! Look in here! The Captain’s found someone!”
Davy watched the girl as a few crew members came in and started talking excitedly about how there was still a soul left. One came over and grabbed her arm, forcing her up to everyone’s eye level. “Look! It’s a sheila!”
Most laughed and sneered, others indeed had perverted thoughts in their words. As the one who held her grabbed her dress, she screamed and tried to kick him hard, with no avail. “Well now, ain’t she the little devil? What shall we do boys?” He reached for the front of her dress.
“Stop!” Davy stepped forward, and grabbed the crewman’s arm. “Ye shall not touch her!”
Everyone stopped in their words, looking at the Captain in surprise. The water was coming up fast now, Davy could feel it above his knees. “I’ll take her and do as I want with her.”
[…]
Davy stepped into his quarters and pulled the soaked girl in as well. She was obviously not cooperating with anything and pushed and pulled away from his hand as much as she could. After the door was closed and locked, he let go, and she stumbled backwards towards the middle of the room. Immediately she backed herself against the wall and glared at him with her fierce cerulean eyes, a color that reminded him of his beloved sea during a storm.
The captain stood there quiet for a moment. “Quit yer shaking, I’m not going to harm ya.”
The girl didn’t move, she simply glared from under her hair and pulled her legs up to her chest as she sank to the floor. Davy noticed just now how young she must be. Her form was delicate and slender and it seemed very athletic. Yet she was gazing at him with such eyes, something that he had never even seen in most men as they face death itself.
“What be your name lass?”
She still did not answer.
“I said, what be your name?” He stepped forward harshly, as if to frighten her.
But her gaze stayed harsh.
“Fine then, if ya want to be such a troublesome girl then maybe I’ll throw you back out there, among my crew?”Taking the step back, he walked towards a chest near his organ. In the corner of his eye he saw her gaze break from him and turn towards the locked door. This almost made him smirk.
He bent down and opened the chest, pulling out a blanket that was not very soft, but dry. He turned back to her and headed in her direction, her eyes once again on his. “Well then?” He stopped a few feet from her and held up the blanket.
Her mouth opened and Davy could almost hear the aristocrat in her voice. “Rosalyn Puckett.”
“Dry off, Miss. Puckett. Yeh can rest there if ye want, or there is a bed on the far side of the room.”
She looked towards the bed, then glared back at Davy.
“Don’t be thinking such a thing. I told ye, I won’t harm ya.”
With that, Davy turned and walked out the way they came in, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Bootstrap Bill thinks Rosalyn looks like an angel, then like an alert kitten, then like a crab…
Bootstrap Bill Turner was making the most of his downtime, admiring the sea. He didn’t really sleep and this was the only time he could find time to be alone wandering around the ship. At the moment he was leaning against the railing on the lower deck, watching the water hit the ship silently below. He had always enjoyed watching the sea, no matter the circumstance. It made him feel at ease, away from the world around him.
He heard a soft sound, like a door closing. Turning away from the sea, he looked towards the Captain’s quarters, expecting to see his Captain ready to give orders. Instead, in the light of the dark night, he saw a feminine figure. He could only guess it was the same woman that they had taken captive some nights ago.
He didn’t get a look at her then and so his curiosity got the best of him now. He was far enough away that she didn’t notice him and he kept it that way, remaining still. Her slender form was defiantly something of a teenager. Bill remembered his past wordlessly and the woman he once loved.
Her feet were bare, roughened by the harsh wood this ship was made from. She stood on the balls of them, her balance unwavering. Her hair was wavy and slightly matted from the lack of brushing. The face of an angel, he noted. Something you only see with rich families. It was so strange to see such a girl looking so brave and alert. It almost made him laugh.
She made her way closer to the ladder that would take her down below. Loud and boisterous voices were coming from there and he could only guess that she was interested in what was going on. She moved like an alert kitten, curious yet watchful. Kneeling down, which made Bill’s smile grow wider, she moved slowly down the steps in a sort of crab-like walk . How a woman could do that in a dress and remain so proper with her movements, was completely beyond him.
When she had moved low enough to be out of his view, he followed silently behind her, careful not to make himself known.
Rosalyn is Davy Jones’s prisoner, but behaves like his long-suffering wife.
"Wait Davy..." She called out quietly.
He stopped and looked back, his eyes cutting into hers.
Finding it hard all of a sudden to speak, she looked down and folded her hands on her legs. “Can... you stay for a moment?”
He didn’t move. “Why?”
The tone in his voice as he spoke made her skin crawl. “To talk. You don’t talk to me. I want to talk to you.”
She kept her eyes on her lap and wondered if he even cared that she was getting upset over his harsh tone. The sound from outside was calming her nerves a bit more now, waves crashing on the sides and rocking the room lightly. She looked back up at him, his gaze seemed to be far off and yet focused on her presence. It seemed as though he waited an eternity before snapping back to where his mind should be. He took the few steps back to the bed and sat down near her.
Smiling, Rosalyn looked him over as the longest tentacles of his beard fished in his coat for a the pipe he always carried. Quickly, she grabbed a candle and held it toward him. He looked toward it and took it with a nod. As he smoked his pipe Rosalyn watched him silently. It was a peaceful moment between them and she was grateful for it. His pipe had an odd smell to it. Not quite tobacco, not quite sea. She loved the scent of it.
He pulled the pipe from his mouth and spoke. “What do you wish to discuss?” The end of his last word coming out like a hiss.
“You.” Saying that bluntly, Rosalyn tilted her head as he looked toward her. He appeared, once more, like his normal self, eyebrows pushed together with a slight glare.
“I am not going to sit here and talk about myself.”
“Then why don’t we start off with me. Do you want to know about me?”
Davy turned his eyes away once more. “I feel that the past is past. Tell me whatever you want, but just because you do doesn’t mean I will.”
“Then lets discuss the here and now.” She moved so she was closer to him and found it very charming as he made room for her. “Your organ... you play it every night. Why?”
Davy looked over at her as she moved, his eyes lingering over her long hair falling gently to her face. “It is my release from my mind, when I want to relax.”
“Is that why you fall asleep playing?” Brushing her hair back, she pulled her legs up closer to her. Her feet no longer stung and the soft bed felt good underneath them.
With a simple nod he answered her question. He put his pipe back in his mouth and waited for the next.
“Why are you so kind to me and cruel to others?”
He was once again quiet and didn’t move even to take another draw from his pipe. Rosalyn waited patiently for him to respond, knowing that she was not making this conversation easy on him. She wondered if he had ever had a conversation like this. Patience is what she needed at the moment and she had enough, at least for him.
“A reason I think is obvious.” After finally speaking, he took his draw from the pipe in his mouth.
A pause. “Maybe to you, Captain. But I would like to hear it.”
“You are different. Not one of us.”
“And a woman?” She stated.
“Yes, that of course is obvious as well.” His pipe spent, he tapped it lightly with his hand and slipped it back into his coat pocket.
“Is that the only reason?” She continued.
Davy stood from the bed then, his anger growing and Rosalyn could almost feel it. “What other reason could there be?”
She moved so her legs hung over the bed. Being more vulnerable, Davy couldn’t help but look her over under the light candle light. “Is it because..” She started and then finished as she looked up into his eyes. “...that you enjoy my company?”
Rosalyn watched as a wave of different emotions crossed his face. He was taken back, upset and interested. It took him a moment to respond, so in that time she watched his every move with more interest then ever before. It was as if he was telling her all she really needed to know with simple movements.
“Do not flatter yourself, Miss Puckett.” Rosalyn didn’t let this get to her. “I told you my reasons and that’s it!” His voice raised as he finished his sentence. Rosalyn watched him as he walked away toward the door.
“I didn’t hear any no, Davy.” She said, a small smile crossing her lips.
He jerked toward her, his anger evident and still subdued. He seemed at a loss for words, his mouth slightly open and ready to speak.
Rosalyn spoke instead. “I’m going to sleep now.. Thank you for bandaging my foot.”
With this she turned and laid down on the bed with her back toward him.
~Miss Swoon
Excerpts from English Rose
Miss Puckett is taken aboard…for no discernible reason.
He placed his hand upon the mattress and tossed it back, to reveal the person underneath. “You shouldn’t hide! Its not-“
Davy Jones stopped in his tracks. Before him lay a lady, no older then eighteen, curled in a ball in her soaked lavender dress and crying into her fists. Her hair, grew to the middle of her back in waves that matched the sea. It was dark in the room, but Davy could tell it was the color most associated with land. He stood still for several moments, until he took the pipe from his mouth and dumped it in the rising water. The girl didn’t move, except to shutter from the cold and shock of a shipwreck.
Davy was about to speak until someone behind him did so for him.
“Hey! Look in here! The Captain’s found someone!”
Davy watched the girl as a few crew members came in and started talking excitedly about how there was still a soul left. One came over and grabbed her arm, forcing her up to everyone’s eye level. “Look! It’s a sheila!”
Most laughed and sneered, others indeed had perverted thoughts in their words. As the one who held her grabbed her dress, she screamed and tried to kick him hard, with no avail. “Well now, ain’t she the little devil? What shall we do boys?” He reached for the front of her dress.
“Stop!” Davy stepped forward, and grabbed the crewman’s arm. “Ye shall not touch her!”
Everyone stopped in their words, looking at the Captain in surprise. The water was coming up fast now, Davy could feel it above his knees. “I’ll take her and do as I want with her.”
[…]
Davy stepped into his quarters and pulled the soaked girl in as well. She was obviously not cooperating with anything and pushed and pulled away from his hand as much as she could. After the door was closed and locked, he let go, and she stumbled backwards towards the middle of the room. Immediately she backed herself against the wall and glared at him with her fierce cerulean eyes, a color that reminded him of his beloved sea during a storm.
The captain stood there quiet for a moment. “Quit yer shaking, I’m not going to harm ya.”
The girl didn’t move, she simply glared from under her hair and pulled her legs up to her chest as she sank to the floor. Davy noticed just now how young she must be. Her form was delicate and slender and it seemed very athletic. Yet she was gazing at him with such eyes, something that he had never even seen in most men as they face death itself.
“What be your name lass?”
She still did not answer.
“I said, what be your name?” He stepped forward harshly, as if to frighten her.
But her gaze stayed harsh.
“Fine then, if ya want to be such a troublesome girl then maybe I’ll throw you back out there, among my crew?”Taking the step back, he walked towards a chest near his organ. In the corner of his eye he saw her gaze break from him and turn towards the locked door. This almost made him smirk.
He bent down and opened the chest, pulling out a blanket that was not very soft, but dry. He turned back to her and headed in her direction, her eyes once again on his. “Well then?” He stopped a few feet from her and held up the blanket.
Her mouth opened and Davy could almost hear the aristocrat in her voice. “Rosalyn Puckett.”
“Dry off, Miss. Puckett. Yeh can rest there if ye want, or there is a bed on the far side of the room.”
She looked towards the bed, then glared back at Davy.
“Don’t be thinking such a thing. I told ye, I won’t harm ya.”
With that, Davy turned and walked out the way they came in, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Bootstrap Bill thinks Rosalyn looks like an angel, then like an alert kitten, then like a crab…
Bootstrap Bill Turner was making the most of his downtime, admiring the sea. He didn’t really sleep and this was the only time he could find time to be alone wandering around the ship. At the moment he was leaning against the railing on the lower deck, watching the water hit the ship silently below. He had always enjoyed watching the sea, no matter the circumstance. It made him feel at ease, away from the world around him.
He heard a soft sound, like a door closing. Turning away from the sea, he looked towards the Captain’s quarters, expecting to see his Captain ready to give orders. Instead, in the light of the dark night, he saw a feminine figure. He could only guess it was the same woman that they had taken captive some nights ago.
He didn’t get a look at her then and so his curiosity got the best of him now. He was far enough away that she didn’t notice him and he kept it that way, remaining still. Her slender form was defiantly something of a teenager. Bill remembered his past wordlessly and the woman he once loved.
Her feet were bare, roughened by the harsh wood this ship was made from. She stood on the balls of them, her balance unwavering. Her hair was wavy and slightly matted from the lack of brushing. The face of an angel, he noted. Something you only see with rich families. It was so strange to see such a girl looking so brave and alert. It almost made him laugh.
She made her way closer to the ladder that would take her down below. Loud and boisterous voices were coming from there and he could only guess that she was interested in what was going on. She moved like an alert kitten, curious yet watchful. Kneeling down, which made Bill’s smile grow wider, she moved slowly down the steps in a sort of crab-like walk . How a woman could do that in a dress and remain so proper with her movements, was completely beyond him.
When she had moved low enough to be out of his view, he followed silently behind her, careful not to make himself known.
Rosalyn is Davy Jones’s prisoner, but behaves like his long-suffering wife.
"Wait Davy..." She called out quietly.
He stopped and looked back, his eyes cutting into hers.
Finding it hard all of a sudden to speak, she looked down and folded her hands on her legs. “Can... you stay for a moment?”
He didn’t move. “Why?”
The tone in his voice as he spoke made her skin crawl. “To talk. You don’t talk to me. I want to talk to you.”
She kept her eyes on her lap and wondered if he even cared that she was getting upset over his harsh tone. The sound from outside was calming her nerves a bit more now, waves crashing on the sides and rocking the room lightly. She looked back up at him, his gaze seemed to be far off and yet focused on her presence. It seemed as though he waited an eternity before snapping back to where his mind should be. He took the few steps back to the bed and sat down near her.
Smiling, Rosalyn looked him over as the longest tentacles of his beard fished in his coat for a the pipe he always carried. Quickly, she grabbed a candle and held it toward him. He looked toward it and took it with a nod. As he smoked his pipe Rosalyn watched him silently. It was a peaceful moment between them and she was grateful for it. His pipe had an odd smell to it. Not quite tobacco, not quite sea. She loved the scent of it.
He pulled the pipe from his mouth and spoke. “What do you wish to discuss?” The end of his last word coming out like a hiss.
“You.” Saying that bluntly, Rosalyn tilted her head as he looked toward her. He appeared, once more, like his normal self, eyebrows pushed together with a slight glare.
“I am not going to sit here and talk about myself.”
“Then why don’t we start off with me. Do you want to know about me?”
Davy turned his eyes away once more. “I feel that the past is past. Tell me whatever you want, but just because you do doesn’t mean I will.”
“Then lets discuss the here and now.” She moved so she was closer to him and found it very charming as he made room for her. “Your organ... you play it every night. Why?”
Davy looked over at her as she moved, his eyes lingering over her long hair falling gently to her face. “It is my release from my mind, when I want to relax.”
“Is that why you fall asleep playing?” Brushing her hair back, she pulled her legs up closer to her. Her feet no longer stung and the soft bed felt good underneath them.
With a simple nod he answered her question. He put his pipe back in his mouth and waited for the next.
“Why are you so kind to me and cruel to others?”
He was once again quiet and didn’t move even to take another draw from his pipe. Rosalyn waited patiently for him to respond, knowing that she was not making this conversation easy on him. She wondered if he had ever had a conversation like this. Patience is what she needed at the moment and she had enough, at least for him.
“A reason I think is obvious.” After finally speaking, he took his draw from the pipe in his mouth.
A pause. “Maybe to you, Captain. But I would like to hear it.”
“You are different. Not one of us.”
“And a woman?” She stated.
“Yes, that of course is obvious as well.” His pipe spent, he tapped it lightly with his hand and slipped it back into his coat pocket.
“Is that the only reason?” She continued.
Davy stood from the bed then, his anger growing and Rosalyn could almost feel it. “What other reason could there be?”
She moved so her legs hung over the bed. Being more vulnerable, Davy couldn’t help but look her over under the light candle light. “Is it because..” She started and then finished as she looked up into his eyes. “...that you enjoy my company?”
Rosalyn watched as a wave of different emotions crossed his face. He was taken back, upset and interested. It took him a moment to respond, so in that time she watched his every move with more interest then ever before. It was as if he was telling her all she really needed to know with simple movements.
“Do not flatter yourself, Miss Puckett.” Rosalyn didn’t let this get to her. “I told you my reasons and that’s it!” His voice raised as he finished his sentence. Rosalyn watched him as he walked away toward the door.
“I didn’t hear any no, Davy.” She said, a small smile crossing her lips.
He jerked toward her, his anger evident and still subdued. He seemed at a loss for words, his mouth slightly open and ready to speak.
Rosalyn spoke instead. “I’m going to sleep now.. Thank you for bandaging my foot.”
With this she turned and laid down on the bed with her back toward him.
~Miss Swoon