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Not All Treasure Is Silver and Gold
Chapter 1
“You can’t just hide out at your grandmother’s, Robin!” came the irritated voice of Mrs. Chamberlain on the speaker of Robins' cell phone. Robin let out a long sigh and glared down at her blackberry and furiously hit the red button to end the voicemail from her mother.
“Yes I can.” she mumbled defiantly to no one and threw the phone towards the other side of the davenport. The phone bounced off the cushion and hit the hardwood floor with a loud clank. Robin cringed at the noise. She leaned over the sofa, half her body hanging off the edge lazily. She reached for the blackberry with a loud grunt. “Damn you…”
“Robin?”
Robin craned her neck to the source of the voice. Her dark hair was fallen over her face but she knew her grandmother would be standing there, probably with a bewildered look on her face.
“What are you doing?”
Robin let her gaze drop back to the ground and grabbed at the small black device. With as much strength as her core would will, she pulled herself into a sitting position, quickly smoothing the hair out of her face. “Nothing.” Robin replied nonchalantly and this time put her phone in her jean pocket.
Her grandmother let out a small chuckle and shook her head, “Dear you worry me sometimes.” She said tugging on her multi-colored satin scarf. Robin’s grandmother had this fixation with scarves. That and floral print dresses. At the moment she was wearing a daisy printed ankle length dress with her satin scarf. You’d think she were going somewhere.
“Yeah I worry about myself sometimes, too.” Robin squinted suspiciously at her Gran. Her cheeks look rosier than usual and… was she actually wearing jewelry? Gran hated jewelry. She had this bad experience one time when a fake copper colored necklace turned her neck green. “Gran, are you going somewhere?”
The elder woman grinned, “Why yes, I am. Old folks like to go out too you know.”
Robin stood up, smirking, “I don’t know. It looks like you’re dressed up for a date.” She teased.
Her Gran laughed, “Dear me, I would hope not.”
Robin grinned and motioned to her own neck, “Then what’s with the bling-age?” On closer inspection, Robin saw that the necklace was a rather simple gold locket with odd looking scribble circling it’s edge.
Her Gran noticed Robin’s wandering eyes. “Oh this. As a matter of fact.” Her arms reached behind her neck to unclasp the chain, “I was just trying it on. I really wanted to give it” She held the piece of jewelry out to Robin, “to you.”
Robin gazed at it thoughtfully, “To me?” Robin let her Gran spin her around so she could better clasp the necklace on.
“To you. I was given this when I was going through a rut as well.”
Robin sighed, “I’m not going through a rut, Gran.”
Her Gran made a passive noise with her mouth and clasped the chain around Robin’s neck. The locket fell on her chest with a cold touch. Robin grasped at the piece of gold and caressed it’s surface. “It’s a pretty locket.”
“It’s a medallion.” Her Gran corrected, turning Robin back around to face her wise eyes. “When I wore that medallion, I found exactly what I was looking for to get through my rut. Perhaps you will too.” She said with finality, giving Robin a soft squeeze on her shoulder.
Robin let those words sink in, her hands still lingering on her neck as her Gran turned to leave. “But…” Her Gran stopped and faced Robin once more, “What exactly am I looking for?”
Her Gran smiled. Robin was sure she saw a twinkle in the elder woman’s eyes. “You tell me.” She said simply before completely exiting the room.
“OK.” Robin mumbled to herself before shouting, “See you later! I guess.” She sat down. “How sad am I that I’m staying in while my grandmother goes out!” Silence settled around her. Robin shook her head, “And now I’m talking to myself!” She stood up and walked five feet towards the television set. Since Robin didn’t live in her grandmother’s rather ancient household she didn’t have her own room considering the house contained a total of two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom all on one floor. One bedroom was obviously Gran’s room. The other was her crafts and storage room. You’d think she’d keep storage in the den. But the den was currently the room Robin resided in for the time being.
The den was just that, a den. Not some creepy basement or cellar. Just a medium sized room that contained the washer and dryer units amongst its shabbiness. Gran had a couch and TV set brought down for those long laundry days. It was awfully convenient for Robin.
Beside the TV set was a stack of DVDs Robin had brought with her since cable TV wasn’t installed. Among the selections of movies was her favorite above all others, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl. It was obvious which one she was going to watch.
The screen faded from black as the movie began. Robin plucked the remote from beside the TV and carried it with her to the couch as the foggy scene of a dark ship appeared out in the waters. Robin relaxed in her spot and turned the volume up.
'A mere five minutes into the movie Robin suddenly pressed the pause button. She would’ve burst into a fit of laughter because the movie happened to pause on Norrington’s face classically derpin’, but she was distracted to say the least. A strange thumping noise had filled the room. The den was dimly lit but she could still see all around her. Yet there was no source of the noise.
“Gran?!” Robin shouted, standing up and making her way to the door that her Gran left through. The door led to a stairway which led to another door which led to the main house. Robin opened said door, saw nothing and ran up the stairs to open the next door. “Gran?” she called. There was no reply and no noise for that matter. “I’m going crazy.” She muttered and jogged down the steps back to the den.
There it was again. Thump. Thump. It was definitely coming from somewhere nearby and not upstairs. “What the hell…” She said with an outtake of breath. Robin strained her ears, trying to find where it was coming from.
Thump.
Robin walked towards the back of the den, farthest away from the TV and closer to the washer/dryer units.
Thump.
Robin’s blue eyes widened. To the left of the washer, blocked by an ironing board was a door. There was nothing strange about it’s looks. It was rectangular and made of wood as most doors are, but Robin was sure she’d never seen it before. “Where did you come from?” She muttered as she moved the ironing board. Curiously, she placed her ear against the wooden surface.
THUMP. THUMP.
Without thinking and with a trembling hand she pulled open the door.
Robin peered inside. It was another room! A rather large room with a high ceiling. It wasn’t much in looks. And it looked much too big and old and just plain different to be apart of Gran’s house. Robin crossed over the threshold and stepping inside to get a better look.
Bad idea. The room was no room. It was a workshop of sorts. And it was occupied.
A man with dark brown hair pulled back into a small ponytail was bent over, banging on something.
‘Well, found the source of the noise.’ Robin thought. ’Better leave before I’m seen.’ She turned around and pushed at the door, not bothering to wonder who or what closed it and stumbled out.
“What the -” Robin gazed with incredulous eyes at the view in front of her.
The den was gone! In it’s place was an all too familiar outdoors sight. To confirm her beliefs she looked up to see the sign above the door she was one foot out of. The sign clearly read ‘Blacksmith’.
Robin turned on her heel to look back inside the workshop. The man was no longer facing away from her but staring right at her. He looked at her curiously, a smile on his lips as he wiped at his hands with an oiled stained cloth.
Robin's eyes widened, "Will Turner?"
“Yes I can.” she mumbled defiantly to no one and threw the phone towards the other side of the davenport. The phone bounced off the cushion and hit the hardwood floor with a loud clank. Robin cringed at the noise. She leaned over the sofa, half her body hanging off the edge lazily. She reached for the blackberry with a loud grunt. “Damn you…”
“Robin?”
Robin craned her neck to the source of the voice. Her dark hair was fallen over her face but she knew her grandmother would be standing there, probably with a bewildered look on her face.
“What are you doing?”
Robin let her gaze drop back to the ground and grabbed at the small black device. With as much strength as her core would will, she pulled herself into a sitting position, quickly smoothing the hair out of her face. “Nothing.” Robin replied nonchalantly and this time put her phone in her jean pocket.
Her grandmother let out a small chuckle and shook her head, “Dear you worry me sometimes.” She said tugging on her multi-colored satin scarf. Robin’s grandmother had this fixation with scarves. That and floral print dresses. At the moment she was wearing a daisy printed ankle length dress with her satin scarf. You’d think she were going somewhere.
“Yeah I worry about myself sometimes, too.” Robin squinted suspiciously at her Gran. Her cheeks look rosier than usual and… was she actually wearing jewelry? Gran hated jewelry. She had this bad experience one time when a fake copper colored necklace turned her neck green. “Gran, are you going somewhere?”
The elder woman grinned, “Why yes, I am. Old folks like to go out too you know.”
Robin stood up, smirking, “I don’t know. It looks like you’re dressed up for a date.” She teased.
Her Gran laughed, “Dear me, I would hope not.”
Robin grinned and motioned to her own neck, “Then what’s with the bling-age?” On closer inspection, Robin saw that the necklace was a rather simple gold locket with odd looking scribble circling it’s edge.
Her Gran noticed Robin’s wandering eyes. “Oh this. As a matter of fact.” Her arms reached behind her neck to unclasp the chain, “I was just trying it on. I really wanted to give it” She held the piece of jewelry out to Robin, “to you.”
Robin gazed at it thoughtfully, “To me?” Robin let her Gran spin her around so she could better clasp the necklace on.
“To you. I was given this when I was going through a rut as well.”
Robin sighed, “I’m not going through a rut, Gran.”
Her Gran made a passive noise with her mouth and clasped the chain around Robin’s neck. The locket fell on her chest with a cold touch. Robin grasped at the piece of gold and caressed it’s surface. “It’s a pretty locket.”
“It’s a medallion.” Her Gran corrected, turning Robin back around to face her wise eyes. “When I wore that medallion, I found exactly what I was looking for to get through my rut. Perhaps you will too.” She said with finality, giving Robin a soft squeeze on her shoulder.
Robin let those words sink in, her hands still lingering on her neck as her Gran turned to leave. “But…” Her Gran stopped and faced Robin once more, “What exactly am I looking for?”
Her Gran smiled. Robin was sure she saw a twinkle in the elder woman’s eyes. “You tell me.” She said simply before completely exiting the room.
“OK.” Robin mumbled to herself before shouting, “See you later! I guess.” She sat down. “How sad am I that I’m staying in while my grandmother goes out!” Silence settled around her. Robin shook her head, “And now I’m talking to myself!” She stood up and walked five feet towards the television set. Since Robin didn’t live in her grandmother’s rather ancient household she didn’t have her own room considering the house contained a total of two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom all on one floor. One bedroom was obviously Gran’s room. The other was her crafts and storage room. You’d think she’d keep storage in the den. But the den was currently the room Robin resided in for the time being.
The den was just that, a den. Not some creepy basement or cellar. Just a medium sized room that contained the washer and dryer units amongst its shabbiness. Gran had a couch and TV set brought down for those long laundry days. It was awfully convenient for Robin.
Beside the TV set was a stack of DVDs Robin had brought with her since cable TV wasn’t installed. Among the selections of movies was her favorite above all others, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl. It was obvious which one she was going to watch.
The screen faded from black as the movie began. Robin plucked the remote from beside the TV and carried it with her to the couch as the foggy scene of a dark ship appeared out in the waters. Robin relaxed in her spot and turned the volume up.
'A mere five minutes into the movie Robin suddenly pressed the pause button. She would’ve burst into a fit of laughter because the movie happened to pause on Norrington’s face classically derpin’, but she was distracted to say the least. A strange thumping noise had filled the room. The den was dimly lit but she could still see all around her. Yet there was no source of the noise.
“Gran?!” Robin shouted, standing up and making her way to the door that her Gran left through. The door led to a stairway which led to another door which led to the main house. Robin opened said door, saw nothing and ran up the stairs to open the next door. “Gran?” she called. There was no reply and no noise for that matter. “I’m going crazy.” She muttered and jogged down the steps back to the den.
There it was again. Thump. Thump. It was definitely coming from somewhere nearby and not upstairs. “What the hell…” She said with an outtake of breath. Robin strained her ears, trying to find where it was coming from.
Thump.
Robin walked towards the back of the den, farthest away from the TV and closer to the washer/dryer units.
Thump.
Robin’s blue eyes widened. To the left of the washer, blocked by an ironing board was a door. There was nothing strange about it’s looks. It was rectangular and made of wood as most doors are, but Robin was sure she’d never seen it before. “Where did you come from?” She muttered as she moved the ironing board. Curiously, she placed her ear against the wooden surface.
THUMP. THUMP.
Without thinking and with a trembling hand she pulled open the door.
Robin peered inside. It was another room! A rather large room with a high ceiling. It wasn’t much in looks. And it looked much too big and old and just plain different to be apart of Gran’s house. Robin crossed over the threshold and stepping inside to get a better look.
Bad idea. The room was no room. It was a workshop of sorts. And it was occupied.
A man with dark brown hair pulled back into a small ponytail was bent over, banging on something.
‘Well, found the source of the noise.’ Robin thought. ’Better leave before I’m seen.’ She turned around and pushed at the door, not bothering to wonder who or what closed it and stumbled out.
“What the -” Robin gazed with incredulous eyes at the view in front of her.
The den was gone! In it’s place was an all too familiar outdoors sight. To confirm her beliefs she looked up to see the sign above the door she was one foot out of. The sign clearly read ‘Blacksmith’.
Robin turned on her heel to look back inside the workshop. The man was no longer facing away from her but staring right at her. He looked at her curiously, a smile on his lips as he wiped at his hands with an oiled stained cloth.
Robin's eyes widened, "Will Turner?"
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Yeah I re-wrote it again, I'm liking this re-write because it's more different but still the basic story line! I don't know... what do you think?!