Chapter 3
"Moonlight Walks on the Beach"
You walk calmly through the dark streets, mentally kicking yourself for forgetting to bring a dagger for protection. You sigh a sigh of relief as you reach the harbor. Ships and boats of all sizes were docked as if resting. A ship approaching in the distance catches your attention. You shake it off as a late-night merchant ship returning fro am late trip. Many ships, large and small, were docked as if resting. You see an unusual ship in the distance, but think it might be a merchant ship on a late-night trip. You kick off your shoes and place them on a nearby rock as you walk barefooted on the cool, dry sand. A warm gust blows your hair around you like a halo. You lift up the hem of your dress and walk into the calm ocean water, letting the wet sand squish between your toes.
You loved this part of the village. The ocean was like the blood in your veins, a natural friend that never talked back unless it had something nice to say. Checking to see if anyone was watching, you slip off your dress and place it by your shoes. You were only wearing a white under gown. You slip slowly deeper into the cool water. You laugh as a gentle wave pushes you back as if saying to not go to far.
You lie down and prop up on your elbows, letting the waves wash up on you.
You: Well, I guess I'll have to make due with what little freedom I have.
You close your eyes and let the salty air take over. You can feel the ring on your finger grow cold, cold like your heart as you though of how happy will and Elizabeth were. Sure, you were please that your best friend found herself a gentleman, but seeing as how she could choose who she spent the rest of her life with tore at your heart. It made you sad to think of Will and Elizabeth's upcoming wedding. You then hated your parents for making you live such a life of high-class parties and such. You hated how they set you and up. You hated how you had to marry Thomas to please your parents and not bring dishonor upon your respected family.
You get up and wipe the sand off your under gown and carefully put on your dress and shoes. As you pass the harbor, you see the ship you though a merchant ship. It had tattered black sails and the name Black Pearl written on its starboard side. A flag is tangled around its pole. You think the ship as a foreign merchant ship and take a shortcut to your home.
You stop near a bar to adjust your dress. You can hear laughter and arguing going on in it. You carefully peek in from the door at the life inside it. Men and women wee busy drinking, gambling, and talking. Everyone in there appeared very dirty and nasty. The smell of beer and rum attacked your nose. You had rarely ever seen this part of the village for your father hardly ever let you explore it. All you ever saw was the fancy side of the village, not the real backbone that made it up.
You walk on by, hoping that no one knew you were gone. You carefully slip up a side ladder and onto your balcony. You change into a clean undergown and fall asleep.
"Moonlight Walks on the Beach"
You walk calmly through the dark streets, mentally kicking yourself for forgetting to bring a dagger for protection. You sigh a sigh of relief as you reach the harbor. Ships and boats of all sizes were docked as if resting. A ship approaching in the distance catches your attention. You shake it off as a late-night merchant ship returning fro am late trip. Many ships, large and small, were docked as if resting. You see an unusual ship in the distance, but think it might be a merchant ship on a late-night trip. You kick off your shoes and place them on a nearby rock as you walk barefooted on the cool, dry sand. A warm gust blows your hair around you like a halo. You lift up the hem of your dress and walk into the calm ocean water, letting the wet sand squish between your toes.
You loved this part of the village. The ocean was like the blood in your veins, a natural friend that never talked back unless it had something nice to say. Checking to see if anyone was watching, you slip off your dress and place it by your shoes. You were only wearing a white under gown. You slip slowly deeper into the cool water. You laugh as a gentle wave pushes you back as if saying to not go to far.
You lie down and prop up on your elbows, letting the waves wash up on you.
You: Well, I guess I'll have to make due with what little freedom I have.
You close your eyes and let the salty air take over. You can feel the ring on your finger grow cold, cold like your heart as you though of how happy will and Elizabeth were. Sure, you were please that your best friend found herself a gentleman, but seeing as how she could choose who she spent the rest of her life with tore at your heart. It made you sad to think of Will and Elizabeth's upcoming wedding. You then hated your parents for making you live such a life of high-class parties and such. You hated how they set you and up. You hated how you had to marry Thomas to please your parents and not bring dishonor upon your respected family.
You get up and wipe the sand off your under gown and carefully put on your dress and shoes. As you pass the harbor, you see the ship you though a merchant ship. It had tattered black sails and the name Black Pearl written on its starboard side. A flag is tangled around its pole. You think the ship as a foreign merchant ship and take a shortcut to your home.
You stop near a bar to adjust your dress. You can hear laughter and arguing going on in it. You carefully peek in from the door at the life inside it. Men and women wee busy drinking, gambling, and talking. Everyone in there appeared very dirty and nasty. The smell of beer and rum attacked your nose. You had rarely ever seen this part of the village for your father hardly ever let you explore it. All you ever saw was the fancy side of the village, not the real backbone that made it up.
You walk on by, hoping that no one knew you were gone. You carefully slip up a side ladder and onto your balcony. You change into a clean undergown and fall asleep.
