Two years. Seven hundred and thirty days. Seventeen thousand, five hundred and twenty minutes. That's how long Will had been gone. Though to most it didn't seem to be that long, to Elizabeth it seemed an eternity. As she set in the window seat of her room, she looked out over the edge of the bluff. Life had dealt her a bad hand. She had married the man of her dreams only to be separated from him the following day. And she couldn't see him for ten long years. Upon returning home, she realized that she and her husband were wanted for piracy. With money she and Will had plundered she had bought a house on this bluff, far away from prying eyes. And now she waited. She would wait for eight more years to see Will. But then it would only be for one day and he would be off again. Away from her for ten more years. She beat her fist against the pillow beneath her.