Ok everyone! This is the last chapter of Part Two! The adventure begins in the next part. So read on and enjoy because their are more blows to come!
I stood at the edge of the docks, contemplating if I should leave for England. My long hair blew about me as I hugged myself, trying to keep warm. It was almost dark and the sun had already set as I continued to think about my options. I could stay at Port Royal with the man I loved, knowing that he would never love me back. Or, I could go to the man that loved me but live my entire life hating him.
"Brenna! Thank God I found you!" A voice yelled behind me, heavy footsteps looming closer with each moment.
I didn't move to look at my intruder, already knowing who it was. "Go away."
James saw me standing so close to the edge that I didn't blame him for the worry in his voice. "Brenna, please! Don't do this, move from the ledge."
"Do you really think," I turned sharply around coming face to face with him before continuing, "that I would kill myself? I'm not that dense!"
His eyes were sad and lonely, wondering if I'd ever come home again. Rain began to pour on our heads, making my hair cling to my back, breasts, and face. His hat luckily protected his white wig, but his uniform was soaked through in moments. Everything clung to our bodies, making my corset visible and his muscular legs visible. I would not give in to the temptation of giving myself to him. He didn't love me, so he didn't deserve my favors.
"Brenna," he half croaked as tears stung his eyes, "don't leave me."
I looked down to the ground, feeling his eyes bore into my head. "I'm not going to leave you, James."
"Oh thank god!" He rejoiced for a moment.
I sighed at him, making his happiness vanish as soon as it came. "But I won't love you any more. At least I'll try not to…you may take Miss. Swann as your mistress because…because I don't care anymore."
I moved past his shocked and motionless body to my carriage. Somewhere in the deep, dark recesses of my heart, I knew that this problem would never be solved. I looked out the window of my carriage watching the strange clouds roll in and something…something…told me that tomorrow was going to be different. Something extremely bad was going to happen.