I looked in the mirror, and for once, smiled back at what I saw. I was wearing the most beautiful white dress. It was actually the best and most expensive dress I've ever owned. I twirled around the room, letting the skirt of the dress fly around my bare feet. I was twirling to the beat of the raindrops hitting the window. I love the rain, but I don't think today was the best day for my beloved rain to come. It was one of the most important days in my life.
Behind me, the door opened "Evelyn, it's-…. what are you doing?" The man chuckled.
I stopped my twirling and giggled. "Will! You're not supposed to see the bride before the wedding."
Will picked my shoes off of the ground and let them dangle in his hand. "Well it's a good thing you're not the bride then."
"I wouldn't want to be the bride…. because then I would have to marry you." I smirked and continued my twirling. I let my joke become a quiet desire in my mind. Will and I are just friends.
"Well aren't you funny." As I spun, I could see the small images of Will walking towards me. "Do you plan to go to my wedding without any shoes on?"
I stopped spinning and let the world catch up to me. "I was." I snatched the shoes from Will "Until you came along." I sat on a chair to put on my stockings and shoes. "Thanks for allowing me to get ready in the Blacksmiths Shop."
"It's no trouble at all." Will smiled—one of his warm, friendly ones. Will looked out the window and frowned. He wasn't very enthusiastic about the rain either.
My left shoe was now on. I stomped it on the ground to make sure the heel was properly on my foot. "Are you nervous?"
Will, hands clasped behind his back, looked down at his feet then looked back at me. "Who wouldn't be?"
I chuckled. "I guess you're right." I put my right stocking on, but I kept the shoe in my lap. I stared at the shoe. "You must really love her." I meant it. If you just look at Elizabeth and Will, you can see they were meant for each other. I'm not Elizabeth. I'm just Evelyn.
I looked up at Will and put on a smile. I didn't want him to think I had any regrets. Truth is, I'm happy their getting married. My best friend and my somewhat friend are going to unite in holy matrimony. I couldn't be happier…. I think.
Will shifted. He looked more nervous, and I don't think this was because of the wedding. "Evelyn, you need to know that-" The door fell on the floor while a dozen navy men flooded into the tiny room.
They quickly grabbed my upper arms and hoisted my off the chair. My right shoes rolled off my lap and tumbled on the ground. "What's the meaning of this?" I looked over at Will for help, but he had his own problems. The royal navy had Will at gunpoint and started to handcuff him. I looked back at my captors "What's going on? As a citizen of Port Royal, I demand to know why you're handcuffing this man." One of the soldiers in front of me pulled out manacles, probably mine "And me." I squeaked. Soon I was held at gunpoint. I could feel the color rush from my face. What did I do?
Will, seeing the guns pointed at me, turned red. "What's happening?" He looked at every soldier around him "Someone, please get the guns off the girl!" Will nodded towards me.
"Sorry, sir." The soldier on my left mumbled "Orders."
"Belay those orders! Can't you see you've scared her half to death?" Will advanced towards the soldier, and the others followed by cocking back their guns. At the pull of the trigger, Will could die.
"No, I-I'm fine." I managed to say. I really don't want him to kill himself. Will stared at me. "Really. I'm fine."
Will sighed. "Will you at least let her put her shoe on? Or do your 'orders' say she has to walk around with only one shoe."
The soldier who spoke before looked at the man standing by the door, who nodded in response. "She can put it on."
The soldier who had previously spoken picked up my shoe and shoved it at me "And be quick about it."
I jumbled around with the shoe before I could finally get the back around my heel. I pushed down on the floor to make sure it was on correctly. As soon as I was satisfied, I nodded to the soldiers. "Move out!" The one at the door shouted.
The soldiers pushed me out the room, through the shop, and out the door. The rain had picked up it's tempo, and was now pouring down on me. Every step I took landed me in a squishy mud hole.
The Royal Navy pushed Will next to me, and formed a circle around us both. I gently grabbed Will's wrist. "Where do you think they're taking us?"
"I don't know." As best as he could in manacles, Will stroked my hand. Despite the panic I was in, this soothed me.
"I'm sorry Will." Will quizzically looked at me while still stroking my hand. "Your wedding."
Will stopped the stroking and placed his hand on mine. He looked up at the sky, blinking every time a raindrop cam to close to his eye. I gently squeezed his wrist and placed my head up against his shoulder. Will started to stroke my hand with just his thumb. We walked like this into the unknown. But as long as we have each other, the unknown can't be too bad…. can it?
