Adam Riley paced back and forth, despite how it hurt his legs. His son was
coming back. And he was bringing an old friend or two.
Eve and Elijah.
But no Jack. Adam had heard of the tragic death of Jack. Thank god. Eve was always meant to be his, not Jack's. Ridiculous.
Adam stared out of his window and scowled at the horizon. Even now he could spot a speck of a ship on the horizon. Probably Christian's ship.
Adam tried to tell himself that he'll be stone-cold as soon as he saw Eve. But it was such a load of shit that he couldn't even say it to himself.
Instead he called the maids to get his best suit out and to prepare him for her arrival to Port Royale.
~***~
Eve watched as a line on the horizon grew into a blob, then took shape as the familiar land of Port Royale.
She could just imagine Adam Riley's face when he saw her. Captain of the Dark Angel.
God, he'd have a heart attack!
But in all truths, Eve was going to be the one closer to a heart attack.
~***~
The man took his leave off of a common trade ship. He was in Port Royale and needed to find the Commodore.
He wondered if Adam was still Commodore. Or maybe his son. . . did Adam have a son? Did Adam have a wife?
Yes, he remembered Adam's wife. Julianna. Angel always thought they looked alike. Pretty one, that Julianna Riley. Did they have a son?
The man walked towards the the entrance to the docks. He didn't even bother with the Dockmaster, just threw three shillings at him and said, "Smith, savvy?" He didn't wait for further complaints. Pushing past a civilian, he wasn't paying attention until POW!
The man rubbed his head and pulled his pistol. "That was a bad move, love."
He focused in on his target. A woman? He tucked the pistol away. "Eh, sorry love. A bit touchy."
It only took a moment for the man to realize she was staring at him with a gaping mouth. He focused harder. Too much rum. . .
"Jack!"
"Angel?"
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yeah it's SHORT! AHAHA! But. . . well I'll update soon, promise! Maybe even today if I decide that I don't have a life. But I have to TYPE it before I UPDATE so be patient you grasshoppers.
~*untypical*~
Eve and Elijah.
But no Jack. Adam had heard of the tragic death of Jack. Thank god. Eve was always meant to be his, not Jack's. Ridiculous.
Adam stared out of his window and scowled at the horizon. Even now he could spot a speck of a ship on the horizon. Probably Christian's ship.
Adam tried to tell himself that he'll be stone-cold as soon as he saw Eve. But it was such a load of shit that he couldn't even say it to himself.
Instead he called the maids to get his best suit out and to prepare him for her arrival to Port Royale.
~***~
Eve watched as a line on the horizon grew into a blob, then took shape as the familiar land of Port Royale.
She could just imagine Adam Riley's face when he saw her. Captain of the Dark Angel.
God, he'd have a heart attack!
But in all truths, Eve was going to be the one closer to a heart attack.
~***~
The man took his leave off of a common trade ship. He was in Port Royale and needed to find the Commodore.
He wondered if Adam was still Commodore. Or maybe his son. . . did Adam have a son? Did Adam have a wife?
Yes, he remembered Adam's wife. Julianna. Angel always thought they looked alike. Pretty one, that Julianna Riley. Did they have a son?
The man walked towards the the entrance to the docks. He didn't even bother with the Dockmaster, just threw three shillings at him and said, "Smith, savvy?" He didn't wait for further complaints. Pushing past a civilian, he wasn't paying attention until POW!
The man rubbed his head and pulled his pistol. "That was a bad move, love."
He focused in on his target. A woman? He tucked the pistol away. "Eh, sorry love. A bit touchy."
It only took a moment for the man to realize she was staring at him with a gaping mouth. He focused harder. Too much rum. . .
"Jack!"
"Angel?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
yeah it's SHORT! AHAHA! But. . . well I'll update soon, promise! Maybe even today if I decide that I don't have a life. But I have to TYPE it before I UPDATE so be patient you grasshoppers.
~*untypical*~