"Love Is Blind"
Chapter 3: "Cherries"
Disclaimer: Characters I own in this chapter: Sara.
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The next morning, Harry reluctantly walked downstairs. Sara had spent an hour outside, and was still there. 'Probably playing with that demon- possessed bird,' Harry thought.
"Hey, buddy," a big burly man said, hitting Harry lightly on the shoulder, "I saw you comin' in last night with that girl ova dere." The man pointed to Sara through the window.
"Yeah. So?"
"I was wonderin'...you guys datin'?"
"No, sir. But that doesn't mean that you have a chance-"
"Excuse me?" the big man spat. "What'd you say, boy?"
"I didn't mean it in that way, sir-"
"You betta not've! O' else," he threatened, pushing Harry against the wall.
Harry angrily gazed after the big bulky man as he trudged into the kitchen. 'Men are such pigs,' he thought, walking outside.
"Matt? Is that you?" Sara's soft voice asked.
Harry took a second to admire her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Dressed even in a dirty, loose dress, she looked elegant.
"Matt?" she asked again.
"Yeah, Sara. It's me," he answered slowly, the pain of her not knowing his real name sinking deep into the pits of his hurting heart. He looked above her head to see Swallow nibbling on a cherry fruit.
"Well, good morning, Matt. Have you just awoken?" she asked, not turning to face his direction.
"Uh, yeah," he answered. His eyes dwelled on her face. 'What a pity,' he thought. 'She's so beautiful, yet she can't even see her own beauty.'
"Have you eaten?" Sara asked, her hand trailing the bark of the tree.
"I'm not really that hungry..."
"Nonsense!" she screamed in unbelief. "You must eat. No true sailor ever denies the consumption of food."
"Then, I guess I'm not really a true sailor. I am, after all, the cabin boy," Harry replied sheepishly.
"Well, whatever the reason, no one can survive without food." Swallow fluttered onto her shoulder. Harry watched in delight as Sara smiled and let out her delicate hand. Swallow dropped a few cherries onto her palm. "Thank you, Swallow," Sara whispered. "Matt?"
"Yes?" he asked.
"Come here," Sarah answered, her free arm in the air. "Take my hand." Harry was only too eager. But, slowly, he took her hand. His heart fluttered as she saw her smile. "Here," she offered, her hand with the cherries nearing him.
"Oh no," Harry started. "I don't eat cherries."
"Why not? Are you allergic?"
"No, I'm not. It's just-"
"Poppy cock. You've never tried a cherry now have you?" Sara's soft voice made his fingers tingle.
Harry didn't answer.
"Matt? Have you? This question isn't meant to be trick," she replied softly.
"No," he chuckled. "I haven't."
Sara's solemn face became rosy with flushed excitement. "Then you must try one!" she squealed in delight, her delicate hand extended toward him.
"No, it's quite all right," he resisted.
"Oh, please, Matt? For me?" She began to pout.
Harry laughed slightly as he took a cherry from her hand. "For you," he replied quietly. His heart just flew when she smiled in his direction. Slowly, he took a sweetened bite.
Her smile grew as she heard him chewing. "How is it?" she asked.
"Horrible," he replied.
Sara fell into a fit of giggles. "At least you can't say that you haven't tried one, Matt," she giggled.
"I guess not," he replied in disgust. He carelessly threw the half-eaten cherry behind him, ignoring Swallow's protesting screech.
Suddenly, an earthquake took place, causing the cherry tree to fall.
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A/N: I guess that was a short chapter, huh? Well, I am REALLY sorry that was short and it took me a while to update...almost a month! *Bad me* Please review.
Chapter 3: "Cherries"
Disclaimer: Characters I own in this chapter: Sara.
*
The next morning, Harry reluctantly walked downstairs. Sara had spent an hour outside, and was still there. 'Probably playing with that demon- possessed bird,' Harry thought.
"Hey, buddy," a big burly man said, hitting Harry lightly on the shoulder, "I saw you comin' in last night with that girl ova dere." The man pointed to Sara through the window.
"Yeah. So?"
"I was wonderin'...you guys datin'?"
"No, sir. But that doesn't mean that you have a chance-"
"Excuse me?" the big man spat. "What'd you say, boy?"
"I didn't mean it in that way, sir-"
"You betta not've! O' else," he threatened, pushing Harry against the wall.
Harry angrily gazed after the big bulky man as he trudged into the kitchen. 'Men are such pigs,' he thought, walking outside.
"Matt? Is that you?" Sara's soft voice asked.
Harry took a second to admire her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. Dressed even in a dirty, loose dress, she looked elegant.
"Matt?" she asked again.
"Yeah, Sara. It's me," he answered slowly, the pain of her not knowing his real name sinking deep into the pits of his hurting heart. He looked above her head to see Swallow nibbling on a cherry fruit.
"Well, good morning, Matt. Have you just awoken?" she asked, not turning to face his direction.
"Uh, yeah," he answered. His eyes dwelled on her face. 'What a pity,' he thought. 'She's so beautiful, yet she can't even see her own beauty.'
"Have you eaten?" Sara asked, her hand trailing the bark of the tree.
"I'm not really that hungry..."
"Nonsense!" she screamed in unbelief. "You must eat. No true sailor ever denies the consumption of food."
"Then, I guess I'm not really a true sailor. I am, after all, the cabin boy," Harry replied sheepishly.
"Well, whatever the reason, no one can survive without food." Swallow fluttered onto her shoulder. Harry watched in delight as Sara smiled and let out her delicate hand. Swallow dropped a few cherries onto her palm. "Thank you, Swallow," Sara whispered. "Matt?"
"Yes?" he asked.
"Come here," Sarah answered, her free arm in the air. "Take my hand." Harry was only too eager. But, slowly, he took her hand. His heart fluttered as she saw her smile. "Here," she offered, her hand with the cherries nearing him.
"Oh no," Harry started. "I don't eat cherries."
"Why not? Are you allergic?"
"No, I'm not. It's just-"
"Poppy cock. You've never tried a cherry now have you?" Sara's soft voice made his fingers tingle.
Harry didn't answer.
"Matt? Have you? This question isn't meant to be trick," she replied softly.
"No," he chuckled. "I haven't."
Sara's solemn face became rosy with flushed excitement. "Then you must try one!" she squealed in delight, her delicate hand extended toward him.
"No, it's quite all right," he resisted.
"Oh, please, Matt? For me?" She began to pout.
Harry laughed slightly as he took a cherry from her hand. "For you," he replied quietly. His heart just flew when she smiled in his direction. Slowly, he took a sweetened bite.
Her smile grew as she heard him chewing. "How is it?" she asked.
"Horrible," he replied.
Sara fell into a fit of giggles. "At least you can't say that you haven't tried one, Matt," she giggled.
"I guess not," he replied in disgust. He carelessly threw the half-eaten cherry behind him, ignoring Swallow's protesting screech.
Suddenly, an earthquake took place, causing the cherry tree to fall.
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A/N: I guess that was a short chapter, huh? Well, I am REALLY sorry that was short and it took me a while to update...almost a month! *Bad me* Please review.
