Two and a half years ago…

The pier was swathed in darkness that night. The moon did not appear to greet the night life of the island, and the few short hours that it did make a crescent shaped appearance, the light did not reach the ocean. A lone figure stood at the dock, waiting patiently for the early morning boat to arrive. They found little peace of mind knowing that the boat would be empty that morning, and their escape would not be barraged by pleading neighbours. Nothing could change the past. All that was left to do was…to make the future as comfortable for everyone as possible.

Chelsea watched the horizon, void of any emotion. She had spent far too long crying, and now she was just an empty shell of what used to be. It was still hours away before the first rays of sunlight would hit the horizon, and Chelsea was glad for that. There would be no chance for someone to wake and find her missing, to plead for her to stay. Nothing they could say would change her mind now. Seeing their faces would only make it hurt.

She thought back to the two notes that she had left on the door of her ranch, and the duplicate that was pinned to the front door of Taro's. The details of what to do in her absence were listed on them. She had felt pain as she wrote those two notes, but they were a necessity if she wished her animals not to suffer any longer than they had to. Without them, Chelsea feared they would not notice her absence before weeks end, at which time her animals would be hungry and unkempt.

A black speck could be seen along the ocean, accelerating towards the tiny dock by the beach. She grabbed onto the suitcase beside her, carrying what little belongings she could take. Just then, she felt two emotions rush through her body. Regret, and loneliness.

Chelsea was alone in the world. For one second in her life, she thought she had it all. A family who loved her, friends who cared about her. But she had been wrong about that too. The comfortable life she had built on the little island had come crashing down, and she didn't have the strength to rebuild it. Moving on was the best solution she could see.

"You getting on, Miss?"

Chelsea looked up at the sailor, his face tired from a long night's journey. She took the chance to look back at the beach she had grown to love, and the cobblestone pathway that lead into town. Oh, she would miss this place so much…

"Well, are you?"

"…Yes."

She did not look back on the island as the boat began to leave. She did not dwell on the feelings of guilt and great sadness that filled her. She opened the door to the waiting room and sat in silence, the emptiness of the room echoing the sensation she felt inside.

"Everyone…I'm sorry…"

'I cannot change what I have done. I cannot change what has happened to me, or anyone else in this beautiful island. But I can take the opportunity to make amends for it all. I'm sorry. Please, do not try to contact me. It will only make it hurt more than it already does.

I have to move on… I have done my job, the island has returned to the amazing state it was once in, and I trust you all to maintain that. I will miss the open, friendly community that has flourished, but I cannot see another way out.

Taro, I would like for you to give all that I own to Mark. I know he'll do wonder's at the ranch, and I cannot bear to think of the neglect my animals might see if I did not let him receive such a prosperous piece of land. I have had many great memories of the place, but I hold just as many bad ones.

Mark, thank you for being there through it all. I'm proud of you, and I know you can do it! Don't be sad, think of it as a bonus for being my friend. You'll finally have what you've always wanted, and I know that you'll be a better farmer than I ever was. Remember to take good care of Mabo, I love that dog more than anything in the world, and I know he'll miss me.

For everyone else, I'm sorry you had to find out this way. You've all been such great people. Many of you may not understand the reasons behind my decision, but some of you will, and I wish you do not let my rash decisions get in the way of the good memories you have of me. Some things are just not meant to be, and I was kidding myself when I accepted the challenge of working the farm.

I'm sorry, please don't be mad…

Chelsea.'

The Present…

She was a strange one, she was. A hard worker, with an even harder heart. Nobody knew much about her, she conversed as little as possible. The boss seemed to love her though, and people often wondered what he saw in the hollow woman. He was a powerful man in his late thirties, with a lineage so close to royal blood he could have started a whole new monarchy. And she, as they assumed, was a woman in her mid twenties with a family history that was burnt in a fire.

She was not tall, though her true height was obscured by the magnificent boots she wore regularly. Her figure was hidden inside a black trench coat which no one had ever seen her remove, excluding the few visits she took to the boss's office. Her hair was platinum blonde, and was always tied up out of her eyes, revealing an unnatural widow's peak. They rarely saw her eyes, but when she did happen to remove the sunglasses, people said that they were the most magnificent blue that anyone had ever seen.

She was a shadow of what once was a beautiful young woman. Too many late nights working, and a suspicious past had ruined her. Her expression never did change from one of utter disgust, unless she was in the presence of the boss. But even then she would show signs of a scowl when he was not looking.

No one even knew her name. It was lost in the records, and some even said that she had forgotten it herself, long ago. Now, she went by the code name Concorde, a symbol of man's greatest feat, as well as man's greatest failure. She had an obsession with the plane, and people said that she used the boss's standing in society to visit the hanger where the magnificent creation still sat, waiting. She liked cats, rumours were she kept multiple in her apartment on the outskirts of Paris. She was American, as far as they all knew. Her natural twang on the French language was something most people needed to become accustomed to before they could fully understand it.

The builder's gossiped about her endlessly, and when she made an appearance at the sight of the construction, she would hiss at them intentionally and utter out a sharp comment on how impossibly stupid builders were, and that she would have them fired and destroy their families if she did not see any progress in the next twenty-four hours.

New workers were scared by her, and veterans simply did what they were told. There was no reason to go back on the instructions given out by the boss's personal architect, and fiancé. Today was no different, her venomous words scarred the minds of the workers, just as they did every day. However, she seemed to be on edge herself, constantly aware that her powerful partner was only a few meters away at any moment in time.

"Dear, I wish to speak with you." He muttered softly as she walked up to him. She kissed him on the cheek, though it lacked any emotion.

"Yes, what is it?" She asked, sticking to the simplest words in the French dictionary to form her sentences.

"I have plans to spread my empire overseas. I want to take it to America." Concorde frowned, understanding where he was getting at. He was trying to squeeze her of what she knew of the powerful country, considering her origins.

"And you want me to help you?" Her serious expression seemed to go stone cold. The boss took her hands in his and smiled, trying to comfort the woman in some way. The older man was so compassionate for a woman who hardly reciprocated his feelings. It was no wonder people said she was a gold digger, and he was just a man besotted by her hidden beauty.

"I want you to go to a place called the Sunshine Islands. I've heard good things about it, and I want you to check it out for me. I trust you more than anyone else in the world." Her frown only seemed to grow, and she shook her head in defiance.

"I do not wish to leave you. Can you not send another of your senior workers?" She asked, pulling out another possible option.

"Do not be so worried, love. It will only be for a few seasons. There is nothing for you to fear." It seemed that he was set in his ideas, Concorde was stuck, and there was nothing she could do to change the mind of her lover.

"Fine. When am I leaving for this, Sunshine Islands…?"

"Tomorrow night, love."

She smirked and shook her head at the man before her. "Well then, you must make good work of my company tonight. You may miss me."

A/N: Hmm, that's it. Prologue finished. What did you think then? Do you want me to continue? Note, this story will come out slower than my other one, as my other Chelsea x Vaughn fic is my main priority until it is finished.

Review it, tell me your thoughts and whether it should be continued, as well what you'd like to see in the future. I might make this a reader-opinion based story, using your input to make it a better story.