10 years later I gently rubbed my eyes as I stepped out of bed. Letting my delicate feet touch the wooden floor, I stumbled out of bed. I came across my closet and slipped into a dress, a comfortable one compared to those bloody corsets!
I happily made my way down stairs humming to the tune of an old pirate song. "Miss stop humming!" Demanded one of the maids. I rolled my eyes and skipped to my fathers office. "Good morning father" I grinned. "Ah Elizabeth! Your up early?" The governor chuckled. "I'm just in a happy mood" "I'm glad to hear that, may I ask why?" I lowered my eyes "father you said I could go sailing today" "oh Elizabeth, I'm sorry my daughter I'm quite to busy today maybe next week?" He pleaded. "Oh corse father" I faked a smile and slouched making my way back up the stairs to my bedroom.
That was the 5th time in a row he had down that to me, And before that 10! I opened the old bedroom door and threw my body onto the messed up bed sheets. "I should have known" I moaned rolling over onto my side. I silently fell asleep, dreaming of that day. The day my Will had been taken away.
"Ahh!" I screamed throwing my body up from the mattress. "Miss! Are you ok!" Shouted a maid running into my room. "Yes..yes I'm fine" I hesitated "just a horrible, horrible dream" I whispered. "Was it about Mister Turner again?" She asked. I nodded and frowned they happened every now and then but for the past few weeks they had been happening more often.
After the maid and I had talked it over I laid back down and stared up at the ceiling. I wonder if Will was even alive.