Chapter 15:
A/N: Ah, yet another beautiful morning; the birds are chirping, my dad is working, and there's snow on the ground. Yes you heard me, snow! We're supposed to get like three more inches Sunday night so hopefully we won't have school on Monday! Yippy! Please excuse my very stupid early morning cheer.
Oh if you haven't heard I have started to re-write my original story, one that I had previously loaded on Fictionpress as Enchanted After All. Though I have changed the title to Until Death Do Us Part, so if you'd be so kind as to check that out I would love you guys forever!
Lastly, I have decided to hold off on updating What The Ocean Waves Dragged In until I finish this story because, lets just say, the sequel along with Salina Rose needs some serious work which will come in time. But don't fret those of you who love the sequel to Salina Rose I haven't given up yet! I'm very headstrong and I will finish the story if it kills me! Plus this story is almost over, so yeah! Much luv to all! Thanks!
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I snuck down the very creaky wooden stairs until I came to a small hallway that led to the brig. It was very dark and damp down here, the fresh stench of dead fish lingered in the air. My eyes wondered around me becoming absolutely sure there was nobody around before I pried at the door. I pulled on the door furiously causing a loud rattling noise to echo through the hall. "Damn it!" I flew myself around furiously and came face to face with another body.
A scream almost leapt from my throat but the man in front of me placed his hand over my mouth to cover my shout pushing me against the hard wooden entree. "I think it would be a lot safer for ye if ye didn't scream considering you fell off a ship the last time." I could see through the darkness to a smile forming on the man's dirtied face. Locks of golden hair fell from his loosely tied ponytail and his invigorating blue eyes examining my fear, which was soon relieved by the realization of who this man was.
He glanced down the hall then back to me, "now, Miss Reynolds, what is it you are needing from this room?" He released his rough palm from my face and started fiddling with a ring of keys as quietly as he could.
"Well, erm- they have a trunk in there and I just want another peak at what's inside, aye?" I stated placing emphasis on the trunk part to make it out as treasure.
"A trunk, eh? Wouldn't suppose there were treasure in there would ye?" He lifted one brow when posing his question to me.
"Treasure beyond your wildest dreams, Mister Samuel." I moved away from the archway as he unlocked the door for my safe passage. The wooden opening swung agape revealing several iron cells lined in two rows, shackles hanging from a side wall, and a small torch lit in the back of the room hanging over an old cedar trunk.
"That's it," I whispered as I proceeded down the isle to the 'treasure chest'. Sam shut the door behind us as to not alert a passerby of our presence then quickly followed me to the box.
I knelt down in front of it running my fingers over the fragile wood remembering times that I had long forgotten. I'm in a small room the fresh sent of pine filled the house with a warm homey feel. I'm in a blue satin dress, the one that my mom had recently bought for me, I stood and wondered out the door into a hallway and up a flight of stairs to my mothers room. I peered through a crack in the door; she was modeling a pure white wedding gown in front of her mirror. I could never forget the beautiful ruffles and lace sewed throughout the dress.
Then something distracted my attention, there was a man in the room, he stood from my mother's bed and swaggered over to her holding her warmly around the waist. At that moment I heard my Aunt call for me and her heavy feet ascend up the rickety stairs to my location. "Mom!" I burst through the door and my mother ran for me covering my face hiding me from the mystery man climbing out the window. I did get one glance at him, his ark brown eyes gaped at me like open trenches and his almost black hair swayed as he hung his head through the window and left suddenly.
My Aunt entered her face flustered with fear, "what is going on?"
"Nothing, Justine just scared me is all. I was just preparing her dowry." My aunt took notice of the wedding gown in her sister's arms and then to the open window.
"Sarah! Do you want her to catch cold! We must keep these window's shut, how many times must I tell you child?"
"I'm sorry," Mother gazed down at me her green eyes dulling as they filled with tears. I held her tightly as though it might make her feel better but it only made the tears come faster. The wet drops dripped into my softened black curls.
"Should I take the young un' with me?" The plump older sister questioned.
"No Martha, she may stay." I was glad she allowed me to stay because I was seldom permitted to. I believe I reminded her all too much of my father and why she mustn't see him. But this day was different, she had seen him, and so had I; I just hadn't realized it yet.
"Reynolds! Reynolds! Snap out of it!" Sam hollered at me waving his hand in front of my face.
My eyes dilated and I sprung back to reality, "Sparrow."
"What?" Sam starred down at me and I shook my head dismissing my thoughts. "Can we open it now?"
"Yes, of course." I lifted the lid and to Sam's surprise there was no gold, silver or jewels contained in the trunk, just useless pieces of clothing and a journal.
"This isn't treasure!" He exclaimed profoundly and my eyes darted up to his angered face.
"Oh, but it is," I pulled out the wedding gown and laid it across my lap running my fingers over the extremely wealthy looking gown. "It is to me. You see it was my mother's, she had always wished for me to use it for when I had found a suitor that I fancied."
Sam's expression changed to a more compassionate tone as he squatted next to me, "so what happened?"
I let out a small laugh, "I never found one. I left home at twelve and left everything behind."
"What of your mother?" He now sat on the floor listening intently to my words.
"She had died the year prior, Millson stormed into our house, back when he was our landlord. He was furious when he hadn't received the payment on our cottage so he killed my mother and aunt. Would've got me too if I hadn't run off. After that he was wanted for murder so I guess he went on the account, probably figured you can't right what went wrong but you can surly wrong what would be right."
"What of you? I mean you didn't leave until a year later, why?"
"Well I stayed trying my best to bargain with our new landlord about the cottage. But he wouldn't let me stay without paying so I took up a job as a bar wench and when that didn't fair I left for the Caribbean." I sighed and grabbed out the journal looking it over, it was in my mother's handwriting.
The door to the brig creaked open and both Sam and I flung around our pistols aimed ready to fire at any who dare interrupt us. Turner shot his arms up in the air for defense, "Don't shoot, don't shoot!"
I rolled my eyes and put my pistol away then placed the gown neatly into its resting place. Turner, now feeling that it was safe to enter, walked up behind me. "What is all of this?"
"My dowry," I looked up at him a little shocked that he was talking to me.
"What's it doing here?" His comment was less than kind, and his face showed a rude expression as though he meant to say: 'what are you doing with a dowry?'
"I have absolutely no idea," I pushed myself from the ground into a standing position keeping my eyes fixed on the chest at all times. "It's not like I'd use it anyway, I'm just not the marrying type." I turned and began my stroll out of the room my mother's journal still tucked under my arm.
Turner stumbled with his words again, "Jack wishes to speak with you. Says it's urgent."
"Where is he," I didn't face Turner I couldn't face him.
"He's in Norrington's quarters." I could hear Sam shut the trunk in the background.
I walked briskly out of the room ignoring everything that went on in there after that. "Hey, why did Reynolds not look at us when she was speaking? Is something wrong?" Turner's eyes looked confused and saddened as he waited for Sam's reply.
"You mean you, why didn't she look at you? Ever since that night she fell overboard she has looked at you differently. You're a mystery to her William, one that she is still trying to decode. Don't worry she'll come around soon." With that Sam left Turner in that room to his thoughts.
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I made myself known up on the spar deck (upper deck), swaggering straight through the waist of the ship and onto the quarterdeck where the helm stood. Being one of only two women that occupied the ship had its advantages; you got noticed very easily. The sailors watched in awe as a female pirate crossed their spotless deck as if it wasn't possible, that their eyes might be playing a trick on them. I simply smiled keenly; winking to a few then sauntered off.
"Hello Miss Reynolds, so glad you could gather the time to share with me." Norrington stated arrogantly.
"Same to you, ol' chap!" I sneered, showing some slightly stain teeth of mine. "Now what's this about? I was told to meet with Sparrow not you, no offense." I rested my arm on his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying his annoyance.
"None taken," he slid my tanned arm off of his shoulder causing my sleeve that I had rolled up, to fall down. I quickly affixed it back to its rightful spot and waited to speak until I was completely aware of Sparrow's presence.
"Reynolds!" I turned around facing the insane dirtied pirate who claims to be my father. "There you are!"
"Ah yes, here I am," my voice became sarcastic and irritating to myself even, so I changed that. "What is it you wished to discuss with me, Captain?"
"Our plan of action, " Norrington cut in, wincing from the sight of a woman in a man's clothing.
"Is something the matter, Commodore?" I posed in a sweet and innocent tone, just to add to the agitation the Commodore was feeling.
"Yes, as a matter of fact something is." He paused for a moment thinking of how to phrase his comment, "couldn't you be wearing a gown and maybe having some manners? You would look much better as a lady. When we'd return to Port Royal I'd ask the Governor to give you a station so long as you just change."
I leaned in real close to Norrington playing with the fancy buttons on his coat, "awe, would you like that luv? So you could have someone like you who is also without love, to accompany you to royal balls and the like?" He didn't have to answer I could see the glare in his eyes, he too was hurting inside, aching for one he could not have. Perhaps her heart had run off without him leaving him alone. I now understood his proposition from earlier he was referring to Elizabeth.
"I wish I could help you with your problem, Commodore, but if you haven't noticed I have my own to deal with." I backed up slowly keeping my gaze to the floor for a short period of time.
"I understand, thank you for understanding," our eyes met and I knew I had found a valuable ally.
Sparrow watched our words intently trying to pick up somewhere when a though struck, which doesn't happen very often so I'm glad it did. "Justine!"
"How many time-." I started yelling but Sparrow cut my words short.
"Hear me out, you brush through your hair wear a dress, become prim an' proper. That's what he wants you see? He wants an easy kill. But it is also a distraction. Ana will dress you up, jeweled necklaces anything that'll be a distraction so we can get by."
"Are you insane? That man is not easily distracted by anything, he gets his kicks from beating up on woman not by having them as whores!"
"That's why it'll work." My look of confusion told Sparrow that he should continue, "Who is the one person he despises the most? You, right?" I nodded, "then why wouldn't, when he sees your alive and obviously kept very well, he want to hurt you bring you lower to the station that he thinks is suitable for you."
I was starting to catch on but it seemed the Commodore opposed the idea, "you're sending her to the slaughter! She'd be butchered, Sparrow I knew you were crazy but this is insane!"
"No," I stepped forward, "it's brilliant. We'll give him exactly what he wants. He'll think we gave up, in a way that I gave up. Oh, but not Sparrow, no. He doesn't want to see his newly found daughter beaten, killed, or worse. It'll be perfect, some of the crew can slip by in the heat of the moment," my eyes looked as if I were in a daze, lighting up with excitement. "All that Millson's mind will be fixed on is the trade off and watching me suffer. But Christopher on the other hand will focus on my mother's reresection and the pained consumed in both Sparrow and I."
Norrington looked down at me with concern, "you are willing to sacrifice yourself in the time of battle?"
"As willing as any man. I came into this knowing that there was only a slim chance of me living through this. Whether it is from the wounds inflicted upon me from the battle or from Millson running me through, I do not know but then again it doesn't matter. Death is death and dying in battle, from what I understand, is honorable from any standpoint."
The Commodore nodded now looking as though he had a sense of duty, "then we will ready ourselves for battle and follow your course of action Mr. Sparrow, but only this once."
Sparrow placed his hands together in a praying gesture and thanked him greatly. I allowed a small smile to form on my depressed face before taking the few steps back down to the spar deck. To my surprise Turner pulled me to the side, "Turner, are you okay?"
"So you will die then?" His expression was grim and it made me realize what I had done. He should not have known.
"Yes, it is most likely," my lip quivered for I also took on the burden of his grief now. "Before this adventure, back when I was in Nassau, I heard an amazing tale. One that told the story of undying love, the living dead, a cursed ship, and an unbreakable captain, it was the best story I was ever told. In it there was an eager lad about eighteen or so who had his heart set on wooing this one lass. A rich lass whom he had nothing to offer but his love, and she excepted it. Now this lad is set to marry his gal on their return to Port Royal and I will not interfere with that."
My mind searched itself for something a little less harsh to say. The sun was already beginning to raise, its little beams of light shinning through his locks of golden brown hair. "I will bring here back to you William, don't doubt that she will live because she will. She helped in saveing my life just a day ago so I will save hers. But do not fret if I die, you will be married soon, living in the lap of luxury."
He pulled me close, his arms holding me flush against his body in a hug. My head rested on his shoulder and I knew this was the last time I would feel this way with him and it seemed he did too. His warm hand raised my face to his level; his eyes glistened in the first morning light giving off a brassy color. Then it happened; our faces came together in a passionate hold, that love, herself, would envy.
I was away from the ship, from my problems at that moment it was just him and me alone on some deserted island. That's all that I really wanted but I knew it was impossible to obtain so I broke away. I swallowed hard trying to cover up my own depression, I couldn't even look him in the eyes so I leaned into his ear and whispered to him solely. "I cannot love you."
My body turned on reaction and I scampered off down to the lowest deck on the ship just to escape him and this fury of love. I hated it and I wanted it to leave forever! He was supposed to be with Elizabeth, right?
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A/N: Whoa! Sorry had to get that out of the way, next chappie Elizabeth has breakfast with Christopher, that battle starts, and who knows? At this point anything could happen! I guess you'll just have to wait for the next update, until then TA!
A/N: Ah, yet another beautiful morning; the birds are chirping, my dad is working, and there's snow on the ground. Yes you heard me, snow! We're supposed to get like three more inches Sunday night so hopefully we won't have school on Monday! Yippy! Please excuse my very stupid early morning cheer.
Oh if you haven't heard I have started to re-write my original story, one that I had previously loaded on Fictionpress as Enchanted After All. Though I have changed the title to Until Death Do Us Part, so if you'd be so kind as to check that out I would love you guys forever!
Lastly, I have decided to hold off on updating What The Ocean Waves Dragged In until I finish this story because, lets just say, the sequel along with Salina Rose needs some serious work which will come in time. But don't fret those of you who love the sequel to Salina Rose I haven't given up yet! I'm very headstrong and I will finish the story if it kills me! Plus this story is almost over, so yeah! Much luv to all! Thanks!
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I snuck down the very creaky wooden stairs until I came to a small hallway that led to the brig. It was very dark and damp down here, the fresh stench of dead fish lingered in the air. My eyes wondered around me becoming absolutely sure there was nobody around before I pried at the door. I pulled on the door furiously causing a loud rattling noise to echo through the hall. "Damn it!" I flew myself around furiously and came face to face with another body.
A scream almost leapt from my throat but the man in front of me placed his hand over my mouth to cover my shout pushing me against the hard wooden entree. "I think it would be a lot safer for ye if ye didn't scream considering you fell off a ship the last time." I could see through the darkness to a smile forming on the man's dirtied face. Locks of golden hair fell from his loosely tied ponytail and his invigorating blue eyes examining my fear, which was soon relieved by the realization of who this man was.
He glanced down the hall then back to me, "now, Miss Reynolds, what is it you are needing from this room?" He released his rough palm from my face and started fiddling with a ring of keys as quietly as he could.
"Well, erm- they have a trunk in there and I just want another peak at what's inside, aye?" I stated placing emphasis on the trunk part to make it out as treasure.
"A trunk, eh? Wouldn't suppose there were treasure in there would ye?" He lifted one brow when posing his question to me.
"Treasure beyond your wildest dreams, Mister Samuel." I moved away from the archway as he unlocked the door for my safe passage. The wooden opening swung agape revealing several iron cells lined in two rows, shackles hanging from a side wall, and a small torch lit in the back of the room hanging over an old cedar trunk.
"That's it," I whispered as I proceeded down the isle to the 'treasure chest'. Sam shut the door behind us as to not alert a passerby of our presence then quickly followed me to the box.
I knelt down in front of it running my fingers over the fragile wood remembering times that I had long forgotten. I'm in a small room the fresh sent of pine filled the house with a warm homey feel. I'm in a blue satin dress, the one that my mom had recently bought for me, I stood and wondered out the door into a hallway and up a flight of stairs to my mothers room. I peered through a crack in the door; she was modeling a pure white wedding gown in front of her mirror. I could never forget the beautiful ruffles and lace sewed throughout the dress.
Then something distracted my attention, there was a man in the room, he stood from my mother's bed and swaggered over to her holding her warmly around the waist. At that moment I heard my Aunt call for me and her heavy feet ascend up the rickety stairs to my location. "Mom!" I burst through the door and my mother ran for me covering my face hiding me from the mystery man climbing out the window. I did get one glance at him, his ark brown eyes gaped at me like open trenches and his almost black hair swayed as he hung his head through the window and left suddenly.
My Aunt entered her face flustered with fear, "what is going on?"
"Nothing, Justine just scared me is all. I was just preparing her dowry." My aunt took notice of the wedding gown in her sister's arms and then to the open window.
"Sarah! Do you want her to catch cold! We must keep these window's shut, how many times must I tell you child?"
"I'm sorry," Mother gazed down at me her green eyes dulling as they filled with tears. I held her tightly as though it might make her feel better but it only made the tears come faster. The wet drops dripped into my softened black curls.
"Should I take the young un' with me?" The plump older sister questioned.
"No Martha, she may stay." I was glad she allowed me to stay because I was seldom permitted to. I believe I reminded her all too much of my father and why she mustn't see him. But this day was different, she had seen him, and so had I; I just hadn't realized it yet.
"Reynolds! Reynolds! Snap out of it!" Sam hollered at me waving his hand in front of my face.
My eyes dilated and I sprung back to reality, "Sparrow."
"What?" Sam starred down at me and I shook my head dismissing my thoughts. "Can we open it now?"
"Yes, of course." I lifted the lid and to Sam's surprise there was no gold, silver or jewels contained in the trunk, just useless pieces of clothing and a journal.
"This isn't treasure!" He exclaimed profoundly and my eyes darted up to his angered face.
"Oh, but it is," I pulled out the wedding gown and laid it across my lap running my fingers over the extremely wealthy looking gown. "It is to me. You see it was my mother's, she had always wished for me to use it for when I had found a suitor that I fancied."
Sam's expression changed to a more compassionate tone as he squatted next to me, "so what happened?"
I let out a small laugh, "I never found one. I left home at twelve and left everything behind."
"What of your mother?" He now sat on the floor listening intently to my words.
"She had died the year prior, Millson stormed into our house, back when he was our landlord. He was furious when he hadn't received the payment on our cottage so he killed my mother and aunt. Would've got me too if I hadn't run off. After that he was wanted for murder so I guess he went on the account, probably figured you can't right what went wrong but you can surly wrong what would be right."
"What of you? I mean you didn't leave until a year later, why?"
"Well I stayed trying my best to bargain with our new landlord about the cottage. But he wouldn't let me stay without paying so I took up a job as a bar wench and when that didn't fair I left for the Caribbean." I sighed and grabbed out the journal looking it over, it was in my mother's handwriting.
The door to the brig creaked open and both Sam and I flung around our pistols aimed ready to fire at any who dare interrupt us. Turner shot his arms up in the air for defense, "Don't shoot, don't shoot!"
I rolled my eyes and put my pistol away then placed the gown neatly into its resting place. Turner, now feeling that it was safe to enter, walked up behind me. "What is all of this?"
"My dowry," I looked up at him a little shocked that he was talking to me.
"What's it doing here?" His comment was less than kind, and his face showed a rude expression as though he meant to say: 'what are you doing with a dowry?'
"I have absolutely no idea," I pushed myself from the ground into a standing position keeping my eyes fixed on the chest at all times. "It's not like I'd use it anyway, I'm just not the marrying type." I turned and began my stroll out of the room my mother's journal still tucked under my arm.
Turner stumbled with his words again, "Jack wishes to speak with you. Says it's urgent."
"Where is he," I didn't face Turner I couldn't face him.
"He's in Norrington's quarters." I could hear Sam shut the trunk in the background.
I walked briskly out of the room ignoring everything that went on in there after that. "Hey, why did Reynolds not look at us when she was speaking? Is something wrong?" Turner's eyes looked confused and saddened as he waited for Sam's reply.
"You mean you, why didn't she look at you? Ever since that night she fell overboard she has looked at you differently. You're a mystery to her William, one that she is still trying to decode. Don't worry she'll come around soon." With that Sam left Turner in that room to his thoughts.
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I made myself known up on the spar deck (upper deck), swaggering straight through the waist of the ship and onto the quarterdeck where the helm stood. Being one of only two women that occupied the ship had its advantages; you got noticed very easily. The sailors watched in awe as a female pirate crossed their spotless deck as if it wasn't possible, that their eyes might be playing a trick on them. I simply smiled keenly; winking to a few then sauntered off.
"Hello Miss Reynolds, so glad you could gather the time to share with me." Norrington stated arrogantly.
"Same to you, ol' chap!" I sneered, showing some slightly stain teeth of mine. "Now what's this about? I was told to meet with Sparrow not you, no offense." I rested my arm on his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying his annoyance.
"None taken," he slid my tanned arm off of his shoulder causing my sleeve that I had rolled up, to fall down. I quickly affixed it back to its rightful spot and waited to speak until I was completely aware of Sparrow's presence.
"Reynolds!" I turned around facing the insane dirtied pirate who claims to be my father. "There you are!"
"Ah yes, here I am," my voice became sarcastic and irritating to myself even, so I changed that. "What is it you wished to discuss with me, Captain?"
"Our plan of action, " Norrington cut in, wincing from the sight of a woman in a man's clothing.
"Is something the matter, Commodore?" I posed in a sweet and innocent tone, just to add to the agitation the Commodore was feeling.
"Yes, as a matter of fact something is." He paused for a moment thinking of how to phrase his comment, "couldn't you be wearing a gown and maybe having some manners? You would look much better as a lady. When we'd return to Port Royal I'd ask the Governor to give you a station so long as you just change."
I leaned in real close to Norrington playing with the fancy buttons on his coat, "awe, would you like that luv? So you could have someone like you who is also without love, to accompany you to royal balls and the like?" He didn't have to answer I could see the glare in his eyes, he too was hurting inside, aching for one he could not have. Perhaps her heart had run off without him leaving him alone. I now understood his proposition from earlier he was referring to Elizabeth.
"I wish I could help you with your problem, Commodore, but if you haven't noticed I have my own to deal with." I backed up slowly keeping my gaze to the floor for a short period of time.
"I understand, thank you for understanding," our eyes met and I knew I had found a valuable ally.
Sparrow watched our words intently trying to pick up somewhere when a though struck, which doesn't happen very often so I'm glad it did. "Justine!"
"How many time-." I started yelling but Sparrow cut my words short.
"Hear me out, you brush through your hair wear a dress, become prim an' proper. That's what he wants you see? He wants an easy kill. But it is also a distraction. Ana will dress you up, jeweled necklaces anything that'll be a distraction so we can get by."
"Are you insane? That man is not easily distracted by anything, he gets his kicks from beating up on woman not by having them as whores!"
"That's why it'll work." My look of confusion told Sparrow that he should continue, "Who is the one person he despises the most? You, right?" I nodded, "then why wouldn't, when he sees your alive and obviously kept very well, he want to hurt you bring you lower to the station that he thinks is suitable for you."
I was starting to catch on but it seemed the Commodore opposed the idea, "you're sending her to the slaughter! She'd be butchered, Sparrow I knew you were crazy but this is insane!"
"No," I stepped forward, "it's brilliant. We'll give him exactly what he wants. He'll think we gave up, in a way that I gave up. Oh, but not Sparrow, no. He doesn't want to see his newly found daughter beaten, killed, or worse. It'll be perfect, some of the crew can slip by in the heat of the moment," my eyes looked as if I were in a daze, lighting up with excitement. "All that Millson's mind will be fixed on is the trade off and watching me suffer. But Christopher on the other hand will focus on my mother's reresection and the pained consumed in both Sparrow and I."
Norrington looked down at me with concern, "you are willing to sacrifice yourself in the time of battle?"
"As willing as any man. I came into this knowing that there was only a slim chance of me living through this. Whether it is from the wounds inflicted upon me from the battle or from Millson running me through, I do not know but then again it doesn't matter. Death is death and dying in battle, from what I understand, is honorable from any standpoint."
The Commodore nodded now looking as though he had a sense of duty, "then we will ready ourselves for battle and follow your course of action Mr. Sparrow, but only this once."
Sparrow placed his hands together in a praying gesture and thanked him greatly. I allowed a small smile to form on my depressed face before taking the few steps back down to the spar deck. To my surprise Turner pulled me to the side, "Turner, are you okay?"
"So you will die then?" His expression was grim and it made me realize what I had done. He should not have known.
"Yes, it is most likely," my lip quivered for I also took on the burden of his grief now. "Before this adventure, back when I was in Nassau, I heard an amazing tale. One that told the story of undying love, the living dead, a cursed ship, and an unbreakable captain, it was the best story I was ever told. In it there was an eager lad about eighteen or so who had his heart set on wooing this one lass. A rich lass whom he had nothing to offer but his love, and she excepted it. Now this lad is set to marry his gal on their return to Port Royal and I will not interfere with that."
My mind searched itself for something a little less harsh to say. The sun was already beginning to raise, its little beams of light shinning through his locks of golden brown hair. "I will bring here back to you William, don't doubt that she will live because she will. She helped in saveing my life just a day ago so I will save hers. But do not fret if I die, you will be married soon, living in the lap of luxury."
He pulled me close, his arms holding me flush against his body in a hug. My head rested on his shoulder and I knew this was the last time I would feel this way with him and it seemed he did too. His warm hand raised my face to his level; his eyes glistened in the first morning light giving off a brassy color. Then it happened; our faces came together in a passionate hold, that love, herself, would envy.
I was away from the ship, from my problems at that moment it was just him and me alone on some deserted island. That's all that I really wanted but I knew it was impossible to obtain so I broke away. I swallowed hard trying to cover up my own depression, I couldn't even look him in the eyes so I leaned into his ear and whispered to him solely. "I cannot love you."
My body turned on reaction and I scampered off down to the lowest deck on the ship just to escape him and this fury of love. I hated it and I wanted it to leave forever! He was supposed to be with Elizabeth, right?
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A/N: Whoa! Sorry had to get that out of the way, next chappie Elizabeth has breakfast with Christopher, that battle starts, and who knows? At this point anything could happen! I guess you'll just have to wait for the next update, until then TA!
