" Miss March, tell us, what take a young lady like you to want to sail?" Asked cordially Dr. Clive.

"Oh, Sir, there are many reasons. Well, I guess I always wanted to be in a ship, I truly love stories about Sailors and their adventures on the High Seas. I also have the intention to be a writer, and I truly think that writers have to meet everything, so they can write about anything. I'm correspondent of The diary news, and they told me to write about the life on a ship. To be fit to write about it, I have to see it with my own eyes. That's what I'm here. Plus, I really want to go to the college of Cambridge, and this is a start." "Now, if you excuses me, gentlemen, I really need to sleep. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow."

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Anne March always dreamed with the day when she finally was going to be a Red-Coach and get into a ship, but now that she was already in one, it wasn't that great. The Boat moved too much, and didn't let the girl sleep. She was a non-sleeper already, because she had too much coffee, and the movement wasn't helping.

As long as I can't sleep, I'll read something... The night looks like so fresh outside. She caught a book and put her coach over her rustic-white-nightdress and left the cabin.

'She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me; and I am in no humour at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men. You had better return to your partner and enjoy her smiles, for you are wasting your time with me.'

She was in her favorite part of Pride and Prejudice, when she felt someone putting the hand on her shoulder.

" Can't you sleep, Miss March?"

"No. I had too much coffee. And this place moves too much. It makes me fell sick."

"You'll get used to it."

Anne was sit on a barrel lied down, and Henry sited beside she.

" So, Miss March, what are you reading?"

"Please, call me Miss Anne or just Anne. I don't like Anastasia. Oh, and I'm reading Pride and Prejudice."

" It's a good book. I remember that when I read it for the first time, I though it was a bad book written by some unmarried lunatic old women. But, recently, when I read it again, I start to think it was a very well writen Book"

" I'm glad that you have changed your way of thinking"

Henry Wellard just smiled while he looked straight to Anne's blue eyes. They're big and very flashy. Anne wasn't a beauty. She was only a little sixteen year old teenager with big blue eyes and a long Black hair that was always kept into a very tight plait. She had a very pale skin, and little lips.

" So, sir, I guess I should back to my cabin. It is getting really late, and I have to wake up early tomorrow, we should-

She never completed that sentence. Soon, her mouth was shout buy Henry's lips.

He really had think before taking such a dare action. But it just sounded right. Probably she would hate him after this. Kissing in for well-known couples, and he knew Anne for a day. But it really would worth it.

This was way too strange to her. Of Course this was a bold action from Wellard, but she just couldn't help herself. She had never been kissed, and didn't know what to do next. It was weird, but it just sounded right...

But suddenly a bad thought passed through her mind, and her arms, before so shelter became hard, separating her lips from his.

She looked at him for one last time before runaway to her cabine as fast as she could.