bSet the scene:/b in the Caribbean, in the harbor town of Port Royal, Jamaica. Night draws a gentle blanket over the land, the moon and a few adventurous stars glow softly while the sun still sends defiant rays of color into the clouds and across the calm sea.
bZoom camera: /bthis is neither the poorest district nor the richest - it is a district of the artisans, of the craftsmen; by no means the movers and shakers, but not able to be easily moved or shook. Call them the polishers and grinders, if you will, roughly equivalent to the maintenance keepers of the world.
bFade lights: /bthe house is tall and narrow, and buts up to the houses around it with barely a foot between - like every other house in this neighborhood. The downstairs is a tiny kitchen and a living area, while upstairs, in the bedroom, the master of the house gets ready for sleep. He watches with the fond eyes of one newly married as the mistress of the house (and, to be honest, the master of his heart) stirs in her sleep and murmurs unintelligibly.
bEnter music: /bhe gently lifts the covers up and crawls into bed, careful not to disturb her rest, while a small gray cat leaps up into the space between their legs and begins purring industriously. A smile and a soft chuckle from the man follows, as he pulls her closer to him, though careful not to disturb the cat. She smiles in her sleep, snuggles closer and whispers his name.
bAction: /bin the safety of her home and the arms of her beloved, Elizabeth dreams ...