Like the ocean...


Part 2
As Megan gave a signature the agreement was done. She would marry Aiden Ackerly, the fine gentleman her mother sought out for her.
She smiled at the man, who looked at her almost lovingly. His head covered by an ugly white powdered wig, like all men wore. His face was cleanly shaved and his blue eyes showed kindness. His nose was a little crooked but it gave him character. All in all he must have been fairly popular, why would he want to marry her? "Sir Ackerly, I wonder, will you be staying for dinner?" Megan asked politely and he smiled at her. "Call me Aiden now love, and I would be honoured if I may" "The honour is all ours" Her mother replied and both women smiled at the man.

As dinner was served Aiden took a few moments to thank god for his fortune, material and otherwise. All while Megan just looked bewildered. At sea they never prayed before their meals. There was no use with all those hungry sailors that had no patience for such events.

Her mother gave her a stern look saying she had to watch her exterior and she quickly adjusted herself making it seem as though his behaviour had been completely normal to her. As his muttering stopped, he looked up and both women pretended to have just lifted their eyes from their hands themselves. Megan smiled at him before beckoning a valet to bring in the food.

"May I ask you, Aiden, of your family?" Megan asked politely, craving to know more about this man. "You may ask whatever you please." Aiden began before thinking deeply and answering her question. "My mother is French, while my father is English. They met when he was sailing and fell in love instantly. I've got two younger brothers whom are both married by now and that's all there is to my family I believe" he answered and Megan was a little disappointed. He had told her nothing of feelings, of history. Yet she had heard his father was a sailor. "your father was a sailor, you said?" "yes I unfortunately never inherited his love for the sea" he replied and Megan felt her heart drop. If her husband to be didn't love the sea, she'd really be sure to never see it again. She felt tears prickle her eyes but blinked them away quickly and hoped nobody noticed. Aiden however saw her change in demeanour and decided to ask her mother later on that night.

When dinner was over Megan excuses herself, saying she didn't feel well. As she walked up to her room every step seemed a mile and it took all her strength to not start running. He dislikes the sea. He made it official. The ocean adventures were over for good. How was she going to survive the rest of her life, without the ocean to sooth her.

She reached her room and quickly locked the door from the inside, she didn't want to be bothered tonight. She just wanted to drown in her own misery. She fell on her bed and let the tears run freely, for the first time since she and her mother had set foot on land. And it felt good. Good to finally let it all out, without having to worry about what others would think. Without thinking she had to stand strong. And as she cried herself to sleep she actually felt relieved.

Downstairs Megan's mother ordered some maids to get a guestroom ready. Dinner had been long and by now it would be rude to send the man home. Even if it weren't rude she wanted him around. Maybe he could show Megan he would truly make her happy even without the ocean by her side.
"are you sure I am of no inconvenience?" Aiden asked as the woman before him sighed and lowered herself into a chair. "Oh no of course not, I'm just getting old" she replied jokingly and offered him a seat and a drink. As he got a glass of whisky to warm himself on this cold days, he readied himself for asking her about Megan. He wanted to know all there was with the girl. That way he could make her happy.
"What is it you want to ask me, sir?" she asked before he had a chance to ask her himself. Shocked he looked up, was he that obvious? "What had I said during dinner to make her flee the room afterwards?" he asked and the woman took a deep breath while contemplating her answer. "She loves the sea" was the simple answer. She figured he could figure the rest out himself. "Now it is time for me to get some sleep. An old woman needs her rest" she said smiled before bidding Aiden a good night.

Megan stood before her mirror staring at her reflection. The dress was beautiful. It's white completely flawless. The only flaw the dress had was the low-cut and a part of her breasts showed, something that made Megan feel extremely uncomfortable. Still she did not complain, it was these days fashion and it would most likely please her husband to be. Or so her mother thought at least.The past month he had been at the house non stop and Megan was beginning to like him. Still she felt no love, but at least he was kind and handsome.Megan slowly stepped out if the dress as her maid marked the last alterations and left the room in order to make the alterations.

Megan slipped on her sleeping gown and a silk dress robe. This had been her last dress fitting session. Tomorrow it would be time to wear it out in public. It was late in the evening and Megan knew it was time for bed. Putting the robe on a chair in front of her window, she slipped into bed. Most brides would have been to excited to sleep but Megan felt her eyes drop quickly. She felt no excitement whatsoever and somehow that hurt her more then anything. Would she ever be in love with this man? Would she ever love this man? Would she ever feel more then liking? She hoped so because this feeling was simply not fulfilling enough for Megan.

And as her eyes went shut her mind immediately went back to the ocean. How she missed it's beauty. How she missed the it's calm as well as it's wild side. And the way it could control everything but sometimes simply didn't. How she now wished to be one with the waves and act as the ocean.
As her dreams caught up with her she was lost in a world of oceans and pirates. What would it be like to have the ultimate freedom like they do?

The next morning came far to soon for Megan. It felt like she had only just closed her eyes when her maid knocked on the door loudly. Mumbling some curses under her breath she then called the woman in. The maid looked a little bewildered and Megan wondered if she might have heard. It wasn't normal for a girl like Megan to know such words and she didn't use them often but living with sailors the biggest part of her life had surely learned her something's they don't teach on land. Her expanded vocabulary was only one of many things. She gave her maid a smile and got out of bed quickly. "It's a beautiful day miss" she said and Megan just nodded in agreement.

"We fixed the dress last night and it should be here any minute" she then added as she prepared her misters' bath. Putting in some bathing oils that smelled like roses, the maid tested the warmth of the water. " your bath is ready miss" she claimed and Megan quickly got in hoping the water would sooth her muscles.


Well, do you like where this is going? Should I continue? I must warn you Jack Sparrow wont be in the story for a about three chapters after this.