A Little Chaos

Chapter One

It had been years since the British had taken Nassau, the news had spread through the entire world that the infamous pirate port was no longer. It was even said that the King himself had given the palace staff permission to have a drink, to toast that the monsters that had roamed the seas were no longer. Britain could trade with America and America could trade in the Caribbean without having the immense fear that half their cargo was never to be seen again. The British Empire was never again challenged by men who wanted freedom from the monarchy and its injustice, even the Spanish kept their distance from Nassau. After all that nonsense with the Urca gold being captured by the Pirates, then the British coming in to claim it only to realise that Spain would come and did as they did years ago… Burn Nassau to the ground and with it any man, woman or child that occupied it. Governor Rogers gave the Spanish back its treasure with much hesitation, that amount of wealth could've done a great many things in Nassau and would certainly buy Rogers much needed friends on New Providence Island.

When the British came, they knew that the Pirates had a decent force behind them so they sailed from London with a fleet of ships powerful enough to destroy anything in their range and enough men to take the town by force and bloodshed. The pirates knew that this was it, that their freedom had come to an end. After all a man who was guilty as sin of several crimes would surely see the hangman's noose if he lived elsewhere, but in Nassau when the British came they offered the pirates another chance. They offered every single man, woman and child a pardon from their crimes so long as they sign their names and become again a citizen of the British Empire. This alternative to the expected bloodshed was taken very quickly amongst the residents and pirates left on the island, by the time the announcement was finished it was said that half the men in Nassau had lowered their weapons and that the British were on the beach by day's end.

Of course there were still Pirates who never wanted to under a rule of a king, a man named Edward Teach gave everything to the British one last time before he was captured and hung for piracy and crimes against the crown. It went as a warning to those perhaps waiting to retaliate that this pardon they received was only the once off, if they acted against the crown then they too would surely get what they deserved; a short drop and sudden stop.

Two of Nassau's infamous Pirate lords had given their crews the option, either fight like Teach and take as many of the British along with them as possible or to swear allegiance to the crown and become the men they used to hunt- Lazy merchant traders doing his majesties bidding. The crew's picked to take the pardon, many were simply not ready to greet the hangman with a smile like their captains, they figured if they made similar wages as before then what would be the difference?

Captain James Flint was a name known to the entire British Empire for being a skilled navigator his majesty's Navy before going rogue and ending up in Nassau. When it was spread that he was one of the various pirate lords who had surrendered to the British, not even the British believed it. All these years he was played out as some sort of murderous monster with no sense of decency, compassion or morals and yet he gave up his life as a Pirate to join the Nassau council alongside another Pirate lord that the British were slightly intimidated by.

Captain Charles Vane was a man who his entire life swore that he would never bow to a king, that he would keep his freedom even if it meant his death. After all, as a child he was a slave and knew nothing but the chains and cruelty of men in charge. He still had his brand after all these years to remind him of what he had escaped and that freedom would come at price one day, even if he died a freeman then Charles would die with a smile on his face. But this time Charles and his crew had no other option, the crew would either hand just Charles in to receive pardons, the crew and the Captain would all die in some sort of bloody fight with the British and probably be called the worst names possible in the news all in the effort to ruin the pirate image forever or they would all mutually agree that a pardon was best and it was time to become decent men who earn't a wage and pay their taxes to a king all the way back in London.

Now, it had been almost twenty years since the British invaded. The only remnants of the Pirate life that they all left behind was the ship wreck of Teach's ship that on a clear day you could see in the shallow waters of the bay. Nassau had gone from the beach shanty town it once was to an actual town, one with proper streets and buildings all because of the various men and woman on the council that wanted to move on quickly from the Pirates and give Nassau a real civilised feeling.

Charles missed his tent on the beach, after so many years sleeping on the ground he had often woken in his own bed, in his own house feeling uncomfortable and having to move to the floor to get a proper nights rest. The business of waking up, going to work, coming home then sleep only to repeat the arduous roster all over again. Charles was only lucky in one aspect, that he was nominated to become Quartermaster under the Captaincy of Flint. Governor Rogers didn't want two pirate lords both having a ship and crew, so they were forced to work together which was a painful process for both parties involved. But lucky for those parties involved, Flint and Vane spawned an odd friendship after a couple of years most likely out of a request of their crew that were tired of them arguing like an old married couple.

But in fact it was because they had lost someone, Flint lost his lover Miranda at Charlestown and was a few screws loose for a while because of it. While Charles lost the only woman he loved and feared, Eleanor Guthrie was taken by Hornigold's men to receive the first pardons and to claim that they were the ones who lead to infamous Pirate Queens death. They also met their own deaths over a period of a few years, mysteriously dying under unknown circumstances or having nasty accidents whilst sailing. Charles and Eleanor at the time were having a war between them when she was taken, but that didn't mean that he wished her death- not so far from her home and certainly not on the public gallows for all to see.

Some days Charles wished he could move on like so many had, he watched at everyone found happiness with their loved ones. At first when he noticed everyone getting married it bothered him, but by the time his long-time friends Jack and Anne got married Charles just knew that everyone else was just insane. That marriage was indeed a form a slavery itself, Charles only needed to open his bedroom window on a Sunday morning to hear the various wives yell at their husbands for not wearing the proper Sunday church wear. But when Flint came back from London with a woman by his side, it made Charles think deeply about if he wanted to die alone or have someone to finally be by his side through thick and thin. But there was a certain type of woman Charles wanted, a woman with an independent mind and her own opinions that was intelligent enough to put everyone in the room on notice if they dared cross her. But Charles never found one, with civilisation coming to Nassau it brought woman with modest dresses, umbrellas and minds of a trained poodle. So Charles remained by himself, only opting to visit others on rare occasions as once married the entire town of Nassau just spawned like rabbits. It wasn't that Charles hated kids, but because he never had the childhood they had made him wary around them just in case he accidently were too rough with them and would later be known to be cruel to children. Lucky for him Charles, Anne and Flint's wife Lauren had seen that he struggled with being pounced on and not knowing how to play with them. It took a couple of years, but Charles went from that rather scary tall man to a much loved family member and usual play buddy. What Charles did like with the children was that he could simply hand them back to their parents and head on home without all the crying, lecturing and everything that came with raising such little monsters at time.

But still at night, Charles wondered if fates had been different would he and Eleanor have children of their own? Would they play with Flint and the Rackham children or be sent off to boarding school in America like Eleanor always feared she would be. Would Charles have a son or daughter that would always get up to mischief and couldn't be trusted, just like Eleanor was when she was a child. So more often or not, Charles fell asleep with a dream of a golden haired girl sitting on his lap after returning from a long voyage listening to his pirate tales.

Isabella had rarely experienced the life outside of the Churches walls, even on Market days she would be beside a sister and remain silent and easily forgotten. The church had been her home since she was little, so she had no memory of a home or even her own mother. As the story went like she had been told numerous times every time she confessed in being jealous of the school girls down the road who had mothers waiting for them at the sound of the bell, the story was simply her mother died and Isabell's remaining family had no intention to transport her all the way to America, so Isabell was placed as a ward of the Church in the care of the many sisters that cared for the old decaying building. Isabella always wondered if perhaps the sisters knew more details about her mother, growing up she had always wondered if she looked like her mother who died or the father she never knew. With her bright eyes and dark brown hair, she wondered whose eyes she inherited? perhaps the colour came from a much loved grandmother or if her father had the same kind eye others had noted on Isabella.

Now being there for almost twenty years, Isabella had many fond attachments one to the Bishop who had tutored her for many years and was considered her closest friend. But one night just last week everything changed for the young woman, the bishop died and a new Bishop was sworn in. Since Isabella was little, she knew that she would never make a nun. Though she was taught to read and write in English, Greek and Latin just like all the other young nun's to be. Isabella knew that even though she had faith of god that her dreams and ambitions were elsewhere far from the locked courtyard of the Church. The new Bishop knew this and had heard of Isabella's gifts, but wanted to give her a life far from London where perhaps she could spread the word…. In her mother's home town.

The new Bishop had a letter past down from the previous Bishop to give to Isabella once it was clear that she was not to join the sisters at the church. The first day that the Bishop was there Isabella had altered her usual day attire so that she appeared for fashionable, something that was quickly sorted out by giving her a lash and new clothes. The second day, not only had Isabella again altered the clothes but had managed to scale the church wall and was found in the Market place talking to the butchers son. The new Bishop had read the letter and his immediate thought was why not let the young woman go home to her mother's house, it would be a long journey but Isabella would be far from here and no longer giving the gossip mongers in the church something to feast one. But first the Bishop was to tell young Isabella about her mother and the events that led to her coming under the guardianship of the church, the letter he had been given came in two. One was for Isabella for when she comes of age and one for Isabella's father, which only had the initials 'C.V' on it. Both letters had been written by Isabella's mother Eleanor and it was her wish that these letters are to be kept by the bishop until the right time.

Isabella knew her time was coming to an end at the Church, the gossip mongers around had been at it for days spreading rumours around that she was to be kicked out for her lack of morals and discipline. She was in her room alone when the Bishop entered unannounced, Isabella wasn't caught off guard she knew that he was coming to give her some lecture on morals again and a sense of dignity after the last couple of days where she threatened the sisters with public nudity if they made her wear disgustingly itchy modest clothing. But when Isabella saw that he carried a letter and some sort of trinket, she knew just at that moment that a childhood wish was to come true. Her family had wanted her back now that she was older enough to make it to America, that she was thought of and loved after all these years.

The bishop asked for Isabella to sit across from him on her bed, while he stood not wanting to seem too comfortable or compassionate on a young woman who was going to leave his church. "Isabella, you have been under the care of the Anglican church since you were a newborn babe. Today, I've decided that a choice is to be given to you. Today, I will give you the letter your mother wrote to you and the trinket she intrusted to you. But first, it has been directed to me to tell you about your mother and the circumstances that led you here" The bishop handed the letter and the expensive golden ring over to Isabella, who looked bright eyed and bushy tailed to be hearing any information regarding her mother.

"Your mother was born into quite a privileged family, her father Richard Guthrie was a Governor was New Providence Island in the Caribbean. Sadly, during the time as Governor Richard Guthrie lost control of the Island and it fell into the hands of the various pirate crews. Instead of returning to England, he befriended the pirates and using his family name traded with the pirates and sold the ill-gotten cargo to buyers. It was a successful business, one of the richest men in the colonies. But after many years of trading this illegal cargo, someone tipped off the authorities and thus Richard Guthrie closed the business and left Nassau. Your mother, Eleanor reopened her father's business and proved to be far more successful than her father. But this power came at price, the British wanted Nassau back and so to receive pardons for their crimes your mother the 'Pirate Queen' of Nassau was kidnapped and brought to London for trail. In which time, it was discovered she was with child. Eleanor due to her connections had her sentence suspended until you were born, she asked for the child to go to her family in Boston. But they wanted nothing to do with her, so she asked that you were to be given to the church and raised far from Nassau." The Bishop saw that Isabella was slowly crumbling once she started to put the pieces in place.

"Isabella you were two weeks old when you came to us, you didn't have a name and had no family. Your mother, met the gallows just after you came into our care. She was hung for treason and various other crimes that she apparently did during her time in Nassau. There was a public outcry afterwards that saw the people turn on the courts for some time, many were offended that the judge hung a young mother with a child. But as it is here in London, after a time Eleanor and her crimes were forgotten even after Nassau was reclaimed by the British.-

"-My mother was a pirate?" Isabella asked, her whole entire childhood seemed to just implode. She had always hoped that her mother was one of those scandalous woman who fell in love with a inappropriate man and had to give her child away. But to hear that not only was her mother dead, but she was hung for piracy was beyond heart breaking. Tears begun to fall down her face at the realisation that there was nowhere else to go, the church was her only family.

The Bishop saw the girl's distress and handed her the letters and the ring. "Your mother wrote these before she died, one is for you and the other your father. Which gives me the faith that your trip to New Providence Island could still lead you to your father, it has all been arranged. You will tend to the small church there, the priest will house you and feed you while you track down your father"

Isabella didn't wait for the Bishop to finish about her duties in Nassau, she could hear him but she was too busy opening the letter addressed to her. Isabella had never received a letter before, to finally receive on in such a manor made her a little mad but none the less determined to rip open the letter and read…

To my daughter,

Words cannot express my feelings that I had to leave you, by now I presume you know who I was and how I came to die. I hope that this doesn't make you think any less of me, I had my reasons for my crimes after all they say the path to hell was paved with good intentions. I am sorry that I had to leave you in the care of the church, the only family I had left wanted nothing to do with me and I don't blame them. After all I wanted you to lead a good life, a long life far from Nassau and the people who ultimately cost me my life and our chance being together.

My own mother died when I was young, I was left alone when I was eight with only my father's slave to guide me. It made me rather hard hearted and probably a little power mad after all I only wanted what was best for the Island, I wanted Nassau to have legitimacy and the British to regain the control they once had. However, I didn't foresee the bounty placed on my head and being taken under the guise of night to hauled back to London and to die in front of people who didn't know what Nassau was.

If you are like me, intelligent and opinionated I know you will be on your way to Nassau to find out further information about your family. But I want you to go on the side of caution, if the British were able to take back Nassau then your trip may be in vain as you might find out that your father died anyhow and that you will again be alone. If they weren't able to take back Nassau, then I strongly urge caution as your father would most likely be the one running Nassau.

Your father was a man, who I had known since I first got off the ship. The ring I left you was a part of treasure he stole from a Spanish ship, it was the first time he told me that he wanted to marry me. At the time, I was young and didn't want to be the woman who walked two paces behind a man. So for a few years your father and I had a rather complicated relationship, when I suspected I was with child Nassau was on the verge of war.

I don't regret betraying your father, but I regret that I never got the chance to tell him that we were about to have you, perhaps if I hadn't been taken things would have turned out differently. Your father was a rather hard hearted man, a man who probably one of the most vile and cruel men on Nassau. But when he was away from his crew, he was a good man. Though 'Good' didn't always best describe him, the day that I was taken was the same day he murdered my own father for betraying him.

As a mother, who knows that I won't be there to see you grow up into a beautiful young lady I dream you will be. I hope that you will be smart about going to Nassau, if you do not find who you are looking for I hope that you return to London or America to make a life for yourself far from the foul men I had to put up with my entire life.

I die with my head held high, with the knowledge that I have done at least one right thing in my life. Having you was my last good thing I could do and I do pray with the last couple of hours I have left, that you find the family that was taken from you.

Yours truly, your mother x

Eleanor Guthrie.

Isabella had no words to even comprehend what she had just read, still mad that her mother turned out to an evil monstrous woman and now even madder that Eleanor claimed she did it with good intentions. Now to read that perhaps even her father was dead brought Isabella more heartache, even if he too was pirate. But the little that Isabella knew of the Caribbean was that Nassau was won over by the British pardoning every pirate who laid down their arms and swore allegiance to the crown. So there was a slim chance that her father was still on the island and in the service of the British who now ruled over most of the new world.

"So I am to go to Nassau to find my family?" Isabella asked the Bishop who nodded, feeling sorry for the young woman whose dreams seemed to have been crushed by her mother's letter.

"Yes, start packing. You leave tomorrow, there's a captain heading to Nassau who has agreed to take you. Apparently he knew your mother, so I presume that your mother still has friends on the island after all this time" The Bishop gave Isabella a touch on a shoulder to show his support for her in this troubled timed.

So that night Isabella packed the few items that the sisters allowed her to take with her, most of the items had been donated by the patrons of the church who over the years who had grown fond of the young ambitious girl. Isabella had never worn a corset let alone a proper dress, she even scoffed when a sister came in and gave her a parasol to keep the sun from tanning her skin. How did woman wear so much clothing that was clearly invented to stop them breathing correctly, though when the sisters had helped her into it and Isabella caught her reflection in the mirror she gasped at how beautiful yet ridiculous she looked. Now she looked like those overdressed woman who passed by in the street, who if they dropped something couldn't simply lean over and pick it up.

However even been hidden by the walls of the church, Isabella knew that she certainly wasn't some plain girl. Vanity was a sin according to most of the sisters, but Isabella was proud that others deemed her a pretty girl. So now dressed as a lady it made her think that perhaps her mother was where she inherited such beauty from, Isabella just hoped she wouldn't run into trouble with the men on the shop. After all it was well known around the parts that surrounded the church that Isabella wasn't a girl that could be so easily swept off her feet, a boy only last year found himself being tripped into a mud pool because Isabella refused his advances.

When the morning came and the coach waited for her outside Isabella couldn't feel anything but sadness, the church had been her home and sanctuary for many years. She had grown up with so many amazing woman who were like a mother to Isabella and who had taught her everything, Isabella had also many friends in the church and its patrons and was upset a little that she may never see them again. Isabella had also a sick feeling in her gut that what she was doing was ridiculous, to give up a guaranteed home for life all for the sake of a father who may be dead already.

Once Isabella arrived to the ship she was in awe at the size of it, growing up in London meant she hard saw ships of this size and certainly had never seen so many men in one place at the same time. The captain was waiting for her, with various men surrounding him wondering who could be so important to postpone their trip for a day just so some girl could be brought along.

"Isabella, I presume?" The captain smiled as he helped Isabell out of the coach, he was quite taken by the sight of the young girl. She certainly looked simular to her mother, but there was not a single doubt in his mind that wasn't Charles Vane's daughter. Once out of the coach Isabella smiled, she too was taken off guard by the handsome man who helped her out of the coach.

"Yes, I am Isabella. You are Captain….-

"-Captain Manderly miss, let me be the first to welcome you to our ship the 'Fancy'" Billy blubbered like a school boy, he could hear his crew sniggering behind as he helped the young woman onto the ship. This was going to be a long six week voyage, the crew didn't like that there was a woman aboard as it was seen as bad luck but most didn't like the fact that their captain wouldn't tell them who she was. At nearly thirty seven years of age Billy had done many things he wasn't proud of, he even was now captain of ship that the previous captain sold the girl's mother to the British. It made him uneasy at the thought of how many years the girl had grown up in such a horrid and cruel place like the church, filled with all that discipline and rules.

Billy showed Isabella to her room for the stay, he was worried that Isabella wouldn't take the trip well and had her room next to his. After all, if word reached Vane about her and Billy was to port with a dead girl then Vane most likely would go on a bloody murdering spree. Isabella was now Billy's responsibility, he was a babysitter as it were and was going to take good care of Eleanor's daughter. After all Eleanor all those years ago had always been kind to Flint's crew, Eleanor had helped Flint on so many occasions it felt like Billy himself owed her a lifetime worth of favours.

Isabell wondered what the captain was thinking, they had remained in the room for several minutes with the door shut and yet the Captain had yet to say anything to her, instead he just looked at her like he had never laid eyes on a woman before.

"Captain Manderly, I want to thank you for agreeing to this" Isabell smiled at the Captain, who finally fell out of the daze he was in.

"Your mother helped my old crew all those years ago, I feel like I owe her this. Your father on the other hand would probably kill me if I didn't agree. It's actually quite by chance that he didn't take this job as per usual, he usually likes the journey to London-"

"-So you knew both my parents?" Isabell asked, her heart skipping for joy that the Captain had confirmed that her father was alive.

"Certainly, one couldn't live in Nassau without either being in debt to your mother or if they were stupid enough they would have to answer to your father, probably one of the most terrifying men I had ever come across" Billy said, he too happy that he was bringing good news to Isabell who looked like she was in desperate need of it. He took of his hat, wanting this not to be such a formal proceeding that he couldn't be a friend to her. Without a second Billy had found the young woman arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. Billy could say at least he had done something good this week at least, however very thankful that no word of this show of affection would spread to the crew and eventually to Vane who would surely hang him by his manhood and perhaps more so if he could read into Billy's mind. Billy didn't want to be harsh to the girl, he was certain that she didn't know that this wasn't done to strangers so he simply wrapped his own arms around her… it was when he noticed that she was beginning to cry that his embrace grew a bit firmer to comfort the poor girl whose world was in an array of chaos at the time.

"I do apologise Captain, I didn't mean to behave inappropriately." Isabell pulled away from the Captain still with tears running down her face. Cursing herself for acting like a fool and probably making this a far more awkward trip than need be.

"No need to apologise, I do not mind. You've lived your life in a church and I've lived in a town full of former pirates." Billy put his hat back on and unlocked the door to leave. "There's little that offends me or surprises me" He said before smiling once again at the young girl who he himself needed to be careful around, just being that close and smelling her perfume gave him thoughts that were overwhelming for man who many thought in secret was a eunuch.

For the long weeks of the journey, Isabell and Captain Manderly were as close as friends got. Billy showed her everything that he knew about mapping, navigation and general runnings of his ship. The crew though smirking half the time and sniggering the other half about the Captain being absolutely besotted by this young woman still had no real information on her, only that it was asked by a Bishop that the woman was to be brought to Nassau to tend to the small church they had on the island. They could only watch as their much loved Captain did everything in his power to please his new girl, who by the looks of it wasn't even trying to get his attentions in the first place.

It was two days before they're expected arrival in Nassau and Isabell had grown tired of the sun, humidity and the bugs that went along with it. She had managed to read every book on board to avoid to be on the deck only to feel like a fried egg, it also gave her the off chance that Captain Manderly would come to check on her. But this one morning Isabell had remained in bed perhaps a little later than usual due to a much welcomed cool change overnight. As Isabell struggled to finish getting her corset tied knowing the Captain would be to visit at any moment, who ever had the idea to wear such a ridiculous piece of clothing needs to be smacked in the head. If so many woman never had the luxury of having a hand maid to help her then why did they design it to be tied and tightened from the back making Isabell feel like her shoulder was to pop off at any given moment.

It would've popped out if her door hadn't been opened quickly, she turned to see the Captain in the door way with his nose in a book completely unaware that she was not finished being dressed. She turned to face him as he lifted his nose from the book, the moment that he realised he had forgotten his manners and realised that Isabella was far from being ready to receive his company. Both of their faces were flushed with embarrassment, but there was little Isabell could do she had over hurried to tie her corset and hurt her shoulder.

"Forgive me Isabell" Billy turned his back, taking a deep breath attempting to relax and remove the image he had seen.

"I have a favour to ask, one which may seem inappropriate. But there is no other woman on this ship and I have hurt my shoulder. Could you tie this god forsaken thing?" Isabell asked expecting for the Captain to laugh or call her foolish. But instead she heard his footsteps approach and felt his hands on the ribbons of the corset.

"Your lucky Isabell" Billy said as he tightened the first tie, not wanting to tie it too tightly to cause her discomfort "I have three older sisters back home in London, I am well aware of young ladies and these fickle corsets"

"Is that to say you did you sisters corsets? Or is there a young lady waiting for you in Nassau with her own troublesome corset" Isabella asked, not sure if the Captain was aware of what he just said. She felt that he took another deep breath and exhaled, she felt his cool breath on the back of her bare shoulders.

Billy had to chuckle a little after attempting to calm himself, how was it that woman were talented at twisting words. He was extremely uncomfortable in doing this, her bare skin only inches from his fingers. He wanted to know however how she got these scars across her back, if he didn't know better she had been lashed numerous times. Billy's temper flared at the thought of someone doing such a cruel thing to a woman, let alone a young and beautiful one which he had grown rather fond of. "My sisters corsets, there is no woman waiting for me anywhere" He answered tightened up the second tie, a little too tightly accidently causing Isabell to inhale sharply.

"Such a handsome man and a captain to have no wife or girl to go home to strikes me as a little odd?" Isabella chuckled a little, now she knew she was flirting with intent.

"I could say, that to you. That such a beautiful and educated at your age without a husband is a little odd to me"

"I was raised in the church as you know Captain, kept far from society and certainly far from any man's affections or touch" Isabella knew how to push the Captains buttons, her entire body just seemed to feel warm and almost glowing having him do this favour for her.

Billy was in quite the emotional turmoil one would find in a besotted school boy, here he was doing Isabella's corset up and quite openly flirting with her. Hearing her admit that she had never been touched by a man, almost made him faint. He could feel his cheeks burning and his fingers begin to fumble as his thoughts of what perhaps was under the corset and skirts. "You'd best to keep that information quiet, I wouldn't want the men to hear that"

"Why?" Isabella played it down, she very well knew why and it was part of the reason she only said in then. She turned to face him to see if he could answer the question or if he would finally make the brave move Isabella had been waiting for.

"You know why" Billy said in a hushed tone, trying to keep his modesty in check.

"You seem like the type of 'good' man who wouldn't dare damage a ladies reputation" The cheek in her tone made Billy tip over the edge and before Isabella could protest she felt the side of the ship against her back, the Captain's body pressed hard against her with his soft lips covering hers. Isabella had never kissed a man, but now knew the odd sensation. She could taste the honey from his breakfast on his lips as he deepened the kiss and pushed his body harder against her.

But then all of a sudden it stopped and Billy looked at her "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to overstep the boundaries" he smiled as the relief he felt after he finally did what his heart had wanted since he helped her onto the ship. With that he left the room in quite a hurry, still flushed from their exchange. Isabella smiled, so this was what it was like to have the affections of a man. However his leaving did leave her in a predicament…. Her corset still was undone.

I had a day to do nothing, please note its suppose to be Isabella but I was quite lazy and the spelling varied. #oops.

Next Chapter will focus on Charles and Isabella.

(P.s I'm no scholar on the runnings of the church. So just play with it, its the only chapter where the Church will be somewhat important)