Early the next morning Sarah woke suddenly, and sat up strait in her bed. She looked around, and it took her a moment to remember where she was. She looked over to see James, sound asleep in his own bed. A small smile curled on her lips. He looked so peaceful: much unlike his usual self. She quickly slipped out of her bed and donned her robe. She walked over to the small desk, and pulled a piece parchment towards her and began to compose a letter to her mother, before remembering why she was on this ship in the first place. She pushed the paper away and walked slowly back to her bed, and slid under the covers. She closed her eyes and fell asleep once more.

Later that morning she was shaken awake by James. "What?" she snapped sitting up.

"It's time to go for breakfast, come on, get up and get dressed". She glared up at James, noticing he was already ready.

"Is food all you think about?"

"Aw, Sarah you're confusing me with Henri." He said with a slight smirk.

"No, I don't think I am. Now go down to breakfast. I'll join you in a moment."

"Okay. See you in few minutes." When she heard the door close, and James' retreating foot steps, Sarah rose from her bed and dressed quickly. She walked over to where a small wash basin was set and washed her face. She set the cloth back down with a sigh. She did not understand some of the feelings she was having for James.

"I think I am going crazy" Sarah said aloud to herself.

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Later that day Sarah and James were sitting above deck, enjoying a cool breeze. James was laying back, his eyes closed and Sarah was sitting next to him, immersed in a book. Sarah sighed and set her book down, glancing over at James. He seemed to sense her gaze, and opened one eye to look at her.

"Enjoying your book?" he asked smiling slightly.

"Yes. You should read it." She said, causing James to laugh heartily.

"I don't think I'd enjoy A Collection of Sonnets by William Shakespeare.

"You never know. You just might. Here, let me read you one." Sarah flipped through her book and settled upon Sonnet 64, and began to read.

"When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced

The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;

When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed

And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;

When I have seen the hungry ocean gain

Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,

And the firm soil win of the watery main,

Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;

When I have seen such interchange of state,

Or state it self confounded to decay,

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate

That Time will come and take my love away.

This thought is as a death which cannot choose

But weep to have that which it fears to lose." Sarah finished,
looking over at James.

"Reminds me of the war." James said after a few moments.

"For me also, see not all the sonnets are about love. Which is what you thought." Sarah said knowingly.

"I suppose. But don't think I'm going to start reading that girly stuff."

"Its not girly stuff! I am almost positive some of those great generals you admire so read William Shakespeare. He was and excellent writer." James just laughed at her and lay back, closing his eyes once more.

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A/N: Sorry about the short chapter. I have no ideas for the journey to Britain. I think I may skip the rest of their trip, because it's only this part that is leaving me at a loss for ideas.

I do not own or have and rights to William Shakespeare's Sonnet number 64.