Arrival From Spain ((Open))

[Elvira Vasquilez]

The sun shone down onto the sea, and the wind blew hard. The ship had come al the was from Spain. It carried precious cargo. The cargo was a girl of twenty, who was now alone in the world. Her name was Elvira Vasquilez, daughter of the late Spanish Ambassador. Her scarlet gown billowed in the wind from the sea. Dark hair swirled around her face, which was as still as stone. On her face was an expression of fear and sadness.

Elvira stood at the bow of the Spanish ship, staring at her new home. It wasn't like Spain. Spain was full of music and street-dancers. The streets of this place were dull, and people hurried through them silently. There were red-garbed soldiers along the docks and the tall wall surrounding the town. It was less joyful than Barcelone, where her Tia Isabelle lived, but it looked more promising than the court of Madrid.

Taking her cross-necklace in her hand, Elvira took a deep breath. Her English had impoved on the journey, but she couldn't read or write in English. She could in her native Spanish, but it was doubtful that anyone here spoke Spanish. However, Elvira was a determined young woman, and she refused to let these people drive her away. She may be awkward, but she was a guest in thier city.

[Charlotte Andarton]

Charlie stood on the beach of Port Royal. A bitter wind bit the air and this didn't bode well for the shps just pulling into the harbor. A particularly harsh wind sped past blowing her tri-corn hat clear off her head. She raced after it.

Charlotte was normally a fast runner but today she was slow and plodding. It was her time of month and every few steps she reached down and in manly fashion yanked down the crouch of her breeches. She didn't seem to be getting any closer to her hat but she finaaly reached it at the edge of the pier. She quickly snatched it up before it blew into the ocean and jammed it in on her head. Then she stood up again and looked out to sea. Most of the Caribbean was blocked by the enormous Dama Espanola. Char lunged backwards with the sudden dizzy feeling that it would crash into her any moment.

The moment she had lost the dizzy feeling she looked back up at the ship now sailing into the harbor. A young woman stood upon the prow, her long hair blowing in the wind. Charlotte swept off her hat and waved it at the woman with a vulgar street-boy shout of "G'day Missus!"

[Elvira Vasquilez]

Elvira's eyes shifted. She didn't quite understand what Charlotte had said. Some of these English phrases were confusing to her. In an attempt to look like the person she was, Elvira smiled and waved. It was all that she could do to keep from running back to her bunkroom and hiding from the strangers on shore.

With her free hand, she clutched her necklace even harder. She could feel the hard edges digging into her skin, but she kept a tight grip. She attempted to keep her face pleasant, but she clenched her teeth in nervousy. Her smile was fake, and her wave, shoppy, but it was the best she could do.

[Lily C. Redman]

Lily walked onto the docks. She was in a sailors uniform and looking a lot like a man. She sat on a crate, her hat in front of her face. She put her feet up and watched the boat come in. She snickered at the women's distress, becasue she had no sympathy for her. Look at that twit, Lily thought angrily. I wonder how much her soul is worth. She smiled and watched the young girl reach the woman before she even thought of standing.

What an interesting girl. She thought. I never knew anyone in Port Royal was like that. I've never seen a girl wear breeches either, except maybe myself. Lily sat back and watched, blending into the background.

[Charlotte Andarton]

Charlie waved more wildly as the young woman waved back. Then she turned away from the water and strode up the dock, to be in a more secure place to watch the boat pull into the dock, she had not liked that dizzy feeling at all.

At the edge of the dock, where sand met wood, sat a redhaired man. Charlotte stared at him for a moment before realizing that he was a she. She was dressed in a sailor's uniform, much like Charlotte was although she had obviously not been doing it as long as her disguise was not as thorough as Charlie's was. Even Charlie would not have guessed that she herself was a girl by looking at her.

"G'day, sir." Char said, putting a strange emphasis on the word sir, careful for bystanders not to notice, but she wanted the young woman to now that she knew. Charlotte pulled her hat lower, hiding her face better, and then giving a low cough. She had a slight cold and as of late she had been having trouble retaining her masculine tone.