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Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Uncharted Territory	By : canesfreak Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 1926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer!!!! I do not own POTC, once again, unfortunately, or any of the characters from the movie! I own only my own character inventions, so yah, enjoy! oh, and R&R! It will be a long, dramatic story, but the lust will be great and it will get so exciting!!

Chapter 2: Disorientation (Vanessa comes to grips of where she is, and gets a slightly better grasp on what might have happened)

He was tall, with bold, dark brown eyebrows, with unsettlingly gorgeous grayish green hazel eyes underneath them, glinting in the dawning sun. He stood with straight, strict nobility, and he looked every adjective of refinery, possibly even staunch arrogance, standing there, glaring down at her. He had his hands clasped behind his back, and his mouth was clenched tightly with seriousness. Vanessa could notice that he must have forgotten to shave that morning, as the shading above his upper lip, and below his lower showed signs of ruggedness. She found that deeply attractive, the rogue look underneath all that professionalism. He had a thin frame, yet had a prominent enough figure, desirable to Vanessa, no doubt, complete with broad shoulders, and all the like; lean, yet attractive, to put it quite simply and in terser terms.

But perhaps the man was TOO proper. And the white powdered wig tied back with a bow didn�t exactly go on the positive list for him, either. But even that� Vanessa stopped thinking, or at least tried to make herself stop. She was getting a little too flustered. Must be the sun� rising more and more each second and blinding her eyes. Vanessa wondered if it was possible it could be clouding her brain as well, and tried to stifle back a smile as she tried to finally avert her gaze away from the man�s exquisite being.

Vanessa smiled politely, as she noticed the man still had his gaze trained on her face, waiting for a response to come from her. Her heart rate had at least slowed back down almost to normal after the startling experience she had just encountered, but she placed a petite, ashen hand on her dirt smudged, modest bosom, almost as if to hide the rapid shakings of her heartbeat, still rattling above the normal rate. Even though she was certain he couldn�t see the tremors, Vanessa was afraid he could tell her heart rate was akin to what it would be after running a race, or after extensive and uncontrollable excitement.

She was flustered and didn�t exactly know what to do, except look back into the man�s eyes. Once she did, his eyes averted away from her and to the floor almost instantly, to Vanessa�s displeasure.

�Something must be wrong�, Vanessa pondered to herself, wondering what could possibly be wrong. She was quite covered, or so she thought. Her clothes weren�t exactly proper for the man�s taste, she was sure, as well as not proper enough for the men around him. But she was sure that nothing was showing inappropriately, and she hadn�t said anything offensive. In fact, she recalled not having said anything at all. Vanessa was about to inquire, but before she was able, she retracted, scolding herself for thinking way too deeply into such a simple situation. The man spoke before she could think any further.

�Terribly sorry for frightening you, madam.� It was at this moment that his eyes locked back with hers, and this time they stayed trained on hers, although his eyebrows furrowed deeper and bolder above them in concentration. Before Vanessa could reply with something simple or to even excuse the scare, he continued.

�But I have business to discuss with you and I figured it fitting for the time being now to bring it up as you are awake�. He took a moment to take a hand out from behind his back to straighten his lace cravat around his neck, as if it had gotten a little itchy, or perhaps just uncomfortable, and then he replaced the hand behind his back.

Vanessa found herself thinking of the simple action even after he had finished and resumed looking at the floor. It was only a few seconds between this action and her reply, but it seemed like forever. She flashed back, deep to her childhood, and the happier, more carefree times. Before she was taken from her parents, and she resided back on Colognia, she used to remember her father in the mornings before he would go to the Court-house and he would straighten his own cravat in much the same simple manner as the man standing before her. And how, when she asked him in the middle of chewing a breakfast tart upon his bed, watching him get ready, why he had to wear one of those anyway, because it was �girly.� He would only chuckle and reply that it was �a proper man�s fashion. When you marry, your husband shall wear one of these all the time�. And Vanessa would say, giggling uncontrollably, �Then my husband would look like a GIRL all the time father, and there shall be two wives doing housework. Not me, he�ll do it, because I�ll be the princess and he shall dote on ME.� Her father would fake his stern face, chuckle, and pointedly remind her not to utter such fool�s nonsense, and scold her not to talk with her mouth full of food. Then he�d buckle his shoes and leave in horse drawn carriage to work and she�d stay behind and help her mother, until he returned at night yet again. Only child as she was, she was still well-bred and taught to have equal share in all chores and earn her salt in life. Even if it was only a little share. And so she had grown into and become a domineering and independent woman, using and sharing those qualities on Toumgamay. Sure she had wanted more at times during her childhood on Colognia, but with such loving parents and loving people surrounding her at all times, the need for more adventure and bigger things had always escaped her more sooner than later.

But, ah, she had gotten her adventure. Years after her childhood, she had, but what an adventure it was. And now, heading out of the previous ordeal, it seemed she had just entered, voluntarily or not, into yet another. She supposed maybe all that wishing for action and an escape out of simplicity in her younger, more naïve years, had caught up with her and she lamented on whether she should have been more careful with her intentions. But what was done was done, and she was strong, and surely would handle whatever events and obstacles came flying at her now.

Vanessa turned her attentions back to the scene at hand. The man spoke again. He had slouched upon the rail opposite her for a few moments, but instantly straightened out and stood prominently yet again as soon as her dreamlike gaze switched from the godly expanse of sea around her, back to him. She instantly felt foolish and a little silly for dreaming back to her childhood in his presence, especially when he was speaking to her. But it had only been a few seconds, and it hadn�t harmed anyone. Although it HAD made her a little melancholy and brought back the empty feelings she had of missing her parents again. Her daydream must have come across to the man as negligence or rudeness, for the man�s tone, while meaning well, seemed to turn cold and rude in itself. His words seemed like ice upon her being all of a sudden, and when he spoke, it reminded her of the men back on Colognia, some of the bigger, more important naval officers affiliated with her father, the ones who considered her bratty or in the way of business. The switch was menacing.

�Are you� all right?� he looked at her as if she was filth, with those words, moving back, almost cautiously, away from her, and back more towards his men, while still facing her. He definitely didn�t mean to extend the courtesy of asking. He was merely trying to seem polite and concerning, as men usually were to women while in the company of others. But his expression and his tone of voice conveyed an emotion differing from kindness and concern, that was certain. Vanessa looked at him, and listened to his tone very carefully, before replying. And when she did reply, it was with the same politeness that she had exhibited with her smile after he had apologized for scaring her. She spoke her first words then to the man, while still walking the wobbly and uncertain rope of caution.

�I�m fine, sir. I was only but a little jolted by your surprise entrance. My heart races but a bit; in a matter of seconds I shall be back to normal.�

She smiled again at the man, who gazed at her a few seconds, changing his expression in the slightest manner and keeping his eyes trained in hers. She thought the new expression was a bit softer, a bit less cold. But then, the expression changed again. �A man of many surprises, it seems,� Vanessa thought bitterly and sarcastically to herself, wishing to roll her eyes, but deeming it too risky. Now, away went the softer look and back came the straight lipped fervor of propriety and the eyes looking back down at the wood paneling on the ground of the ship. Down at the buckles of his shoes for a moment until her gaze drifted back out to the sea, and she knew no longer where his eyes rested. Vanessa felt awkward with his change in attitude and a bit uncomfortable as well. He acted strange, this man, and she didn�t have even the slightest clue why. �Perhaps,� she thought to herself, �she would find out soon.� She was still, in her mind, an innocent; still unsure of how she ended up on this ship, still remembering nothing about the night before, and it�s events. She did try every second her mind allowed her the concentration, however, to try and salvage a single clue or even a single memory from her brain, to assist her troubles.

Vanessa tried to give another reassuring smile to show that she was, indeed, only but a little jolted, and on the whole, quite all right, but the man before her only seemed to get more cold and menacing in stance and facial expression. He pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows deeper as if her smile was unnecessary and Vanessa flinched. She frowned quickly at the man�s lack of warmth and simple hospitality. He hadn�t offered her yet anything to drink or eat, and she was both hungry and thirsty. He hadn�t asked her if she was all right or even bother to explain what was going on in the first place. So far all he had done was stand before her and act angry at her as if she was nothing but a bother that needed to be gotten rid of. And promptly. He was rude and cold, and with such integrity that Vanessa felt all her charms and womanly lust towards the man scatter with the winds on the sails.

�I see, now. You�re fine. Good. Now all is right with the world.� The man said sarcastically, and with much narcissistic flair. Vanessa frowned even more at his lack of concern for her plight. His voice, a very masculine, attractive sort, thick with British accent, and full of elements underlying beneath it to make it textured and handsome, however, betrayed the person who spoke with it. The tone with which he spoke was very mundane, monotone really, and Vanessa almost yearned for something to happen suddenly to please him, or even surprise the man, so he would talk with some inflection or even smile, smirk, anything! Surely, there was something deep down in the facets of his voice that allowed for different emotions, more pleasing words to go with such a beautiful voice.

But his sarcasm and lack or sympathy irked her beyond almost no return. She knew once she saw his importance and was within his dominating presence that his shell would be hard to crack, but she didn�t realize it would be quite this HARD for him to be even a touch pleasant, especially around a lady, and a first meeting where good impressions were vital, nonetheless. Vanessa sensed something must really have been awry, and was about to find out how right her intuitions were. The man continued, voice sharp and brisk.

�Well, I reiterate what I�ve said before. As I�ve mentioned, I shall want to discuss business with you. Shall we then, to my office?� The man kept his cold demeanor, and straight, tight lipped expression and he turned away from her, prepared to start walking towards his quarters, wherever they were.
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