Waiting was never something Elizabeth Turner had ever had an aptitude for. And as it would seem, waiting had come to be her fate. Ten years happened to be a very long time to wait for someone, especially someone you loved very much. It felt like years had gone by, though she knew they had not, certainly nothing more than months could have passed since Will's departure, and she was growing impatient. If impatience came after a few mere months, she could not imagine what might become of her over the next ten years.
Heaving a sigh, Elizabeth looked out on the ocean from her spot seated on the docks down by her home, wishing for the smallest sign of anything on the horizon. Keep a weather eye on the horizon. Fantastic advice if she didn't still have nine years left to wait. The corners of her lips tugged downward into a frown as she dipped her feet into the water. The ocean held memories- some she would cherish forever, some she would prefer not to revisit- all which came flooding back to her as her toes hit the surface.
Her eyelids fluttered closed as the young woman tried to imagine herself free; alive. Finding it difficult to imagine herself aboard a ship again due to certain things hampering her- the calm winds off the shore, the firm and steady dock, the peace and quiet- none of which a ship would have, Elizabeth opened her eyes and heaved a sigh, resuming her task.
Waiting.