Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated BUT don't kill me, I have a very good excuse. I wrote the entire chapter and then I decided I didn't like soooooooooooo I re-wrote it! YAY! Please review, I hope u like this chapter, and thanks for ur patience
Disclaimer: didn't we already go over this? No Orlando, no Elijah, no boyfriend, I HAVE A BORING LIFE!!
Chapter 5
Sarah looked down in amazement. The shock of discovering that Devlin was a pirate was still fresh in her system. Although, she thought, it shouldn't matter. After all, I myself carry pirate blood, but somehow it didn't seem the same. Her brow furrowed, she let go of his arm. She didn't feel any different toward him; she still liked him, even loved him perhaps. After all these years, she had never forgotten him. He was there, always at the edge of her mind, in her dreams.
The sky was beginning to darken as Sarah continued to bury herself further in her thoughts. A rough hand caressed her face. Her wide brown eyes looked up at him.
"I must go now. Good bye," Devlin made a motion to kiss and then thought better of it, sweeping Sarah's cheek with a soft kiss.
"Devlin," Sarah whispered, but he had already gone. A light rain began, which Sarah found it odd as the morning had been so wonderfully clear, but she didn't mind. Rain had always brought peace to Sarah's wondering heart, and she was thankful for the drops of water today.
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Devlin doubled back silently, following Sarah home. Sarah meant something to him, but what, he did not know. She was a puzzle to him. Never before had the discovery of his secret bothered him so much. Devlin slipped into the estate grounds following Sarah at a distance, always keeping her in sight.
"Sarah!" A boy (the very same age as Devlin) ran out of the house carrying an umbrella. Sarah joined the boy under the umbrella, where she proceeded to smooth out her wet dress. The boy assisted her by running a hand through her hair, combing out some of the tangles. The boy made Devlin nervous. Devlin made a mental note to found out about the boy later on. Right then, the rain began to pour, and Devlin could barely make out Sarah through the sheet of water-barely. Devlin stood, figuring that the rain would hide him from unfriendly eyes, getting a last look at Sarah, figuring that he would never see again. But as he stood under the cover of a tree, Sarah turned and stared straight at him, flashing him a wide and loving smile. Feeling slightly better about the entire affair, Devlin left. He headed back to the docks, unable to hide a grin.
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Devlin strolled onto the ship, in quite a haughty manner, pleased with himself. Though there was a small window of doubt in his mind, Devlin was fairly sure that he still had a shot. He walked into the cabin and sat down amongst the crew. Some gave him wary glances, while others shot him warning looks. Devlin was slightly puzzled as those around him averted his gaze. Devlin was never the center of attention, yet neither had they isolated him so much. The answer came shortly. Jack stepped out of the shadows. "Been a little busy today, have we Devlin?" Devlin felt a jolt of fear flow through him, though to the world he remained, calm, cool and haughty. Jack raised an eyebrow, and gestured for Devlin to follow him out of the cabin.
On the deck a few of the crew watched blatantly as Devlin followed Jack into the Captain's Cabin. Jack slammed the door behind him, making odd gestures with his hands.
"Take a seat." He said, making Devlin feel uneasy.
"I'll stand, thanks." Devlin leaned up against the wall, crossed arms.
"Where were you today?" He asked casually.
"Around."
"I don't recall giving you permission to leave the ship."
"I don't recall needing your permission." He replied. Jack pressed his face close to Devlin's.
"The town is restricted! You know this! We are only allowed to dock here because of my ties to the Turner family." Devlin grinned mischievously as if he had been up to something he shouldn't have been up to --which he had been.
"Yes, well I have done nothing."
"Devlin, you are always doing 'nothing' and somehow it always lands us in a pile of trouble. Do you remember Helem (a/n imaginary town)?" Devlin smirked, as he said he had done "nothing". A devious smile spread across his face.
"Devlin, Devlin!" Jack moved right in front of Devlin, as he always did when he wanted his point to get across.
"Look, mate, whatever you're doing, stop! It's only going to land you--or perhaps someone else--in a load of trouble. So whatever you're doing stop, savvy?" Devlin pushed Jack off.
"Jack-I'm really grateful for taking me in and everything, but you don't control my life!"
"Dev-y-lyn you are on my ship! You will obey the captain's orders or you will ship off, savvy?" Devlin glared at Jack. Jack knew exactly which buttons to push to get his way. Devlin cast his eyes down; he had nowhere else to go.
"Savvy," Devlin glared up into Jack's eyes.
"So, Captain-of-everything, I'm going out."
"Aw Devlin, don't be like that! Devlin, boy, it's pouring!" Devlin left, shrugging on a coat he pulled off a rack, and left into the downpour.
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Sarah was trembling from a mixture of cold, anger, and fear. She stood in the parlor dripping onto the Persian rug. Her father was yelling at her for going off and not telling anyone that she'd gone. Then her mother took over, screaming that she could catch the flu and die from a simple cold. Every attempt that Sarah made to defend herself was cut off by another attack from her parents. She was at the point of tears. She hated being yelled at, and told she was a child. She might be young, but she wasn't a child. Her mother began to cough, her voice hoarse from the yelling. Sarah began to laugh--an ironic, odd laugh.
"I'm going to bed," she said, turning her back on both of her parents. She walked calmly upstairs, her dress leaving a damp trail behind her.
Inside her room a maid, Maggie, helped Sarah undress. Sarah kept her mouth shut, not bothering to complain about something as trivial as this. She slid into a hot bath, relaxing in its soothing bubbles. There was a window in Sarah's bathroom, letting in light, and a view of the city. The raindrops fell rhythmically upon the glass creating a steady beat. Sarah closed her eyes. This was the first time she saw into the lives of others--or so she thought.
I can't believe Jack! I can't believe him! It's not as if he can say who I can and cannot fall in love with! It's not like I chose to love her, it just sort of happened! Oh God, I said I love her. Do I? Do I not? Devlin thought about this. Sarah found herself in a very odd way. She seemed to be watching him, as if through a portal, and hearing his thoughts. Devlin was walking the piers. He growled in anger, Bloody Hell! How can I love her? I've barely known her. But, how can I not?
By now the bath water was turning cold, and the bubbles seemed to be disappearing. Sarah opened her eyes, a bit dizzy. She shook her head to clear it of the muddled vision of a boy walking the streets. Sarah looked about her. The candle had burned low, and night was coming. She got out of the bath shivering a bit from the cold draft. Maggie was in as soon as Sarah was out, assisting in putting on Sarah's nightshift, and warming her bed. "Thank you Maggie, you may go." The maid bowed and left the room quietly shutting the door behind her. Sarah stood. She felt restless. A fire had been crackled merrily, yet now was burning low. Sarah stood, moving to her desk that had once been her mother's. Lifting up a false bottom of a drawer, she pulled out a piece of gold that Jack had given her when she was very small. Holding it in her hands she lit a candle and moved away from the dimming firelight to the French doors of the balcony. She looked out. Night had fallen, and she could only see patches here and there lit by the moonlight.
Devlin found himself walking by the house again. He noticed a light in Sarah's window, a single candle. A cloud shifted and she was standing by the doors, fingering something. What was it? Devlin looked harder. The object caught a bit of moonlight--gold. A gold coin glittered in the moonlight as Sarah fidgeted with the piece, absentmindedly running hand over it. Devlin shivered, not knowing why. The rain had long since ceased, and the night was cool. Something about the gold awoke something in him, something that warned of the trials to come.
I hope you all liked this! I'll try to update sooner this time. Please review
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Nienna