They walked out onto the rocky road. Miss Dowell turned around and
locked the door.
"Come on. We'll start at the shoe shop." Miss Dowell said, and they started their way up the road. A few minutes had passed when they had reached the small Shoe shop.
"Hello Miss Julie! How was your day?" Miss Dowell asked the young lady behind the counter who seemed to be tending to a pair of dark shoes.
"Hello Miss Dowell! My day was fine, yours?" The young Julie Gouge spoke in a sooth voice.
"Absolutely wonderful! May I have a word with you for a minute?" Miss Dowell asked politely.
"Yes. What is it?" She said quietly.
"You know Mister Turner," started Miss Dowell, "Well, he is trying to find his fiancé, and we need your help!"
"Sure, Id love to help!" Julie said happily.
"Great, now go on Will, tell her!" Miss Dowell announced. Will took a deep breathe and began to speak.
"Well, she has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and is about 5`9." He spoke in a deep tone. He missed Elizabeth and all he wanted was her. Only her. He had been without Elizabeth for about 8 days now, and he knew that any longer, he probably couldn't hold on.
"Well, if I see anyone like that, you'll be the first to know!" she announced, just as a regular customer walked in.
"Hello, Earl. How are you?" Miss Dowell spoke to the old man who had just walked in.
"Very well, thank you. May I ask what your doing here? You only come here on Tuesdays!" He announced loudly.
"It just so happens that Mr. Turner lost his fiancé at sea, and is now looking for her!" Miss Dowell told Earl. He gave Will a surprised look. Earl seemed more interested in this.
"How might I help?" he kindly asked. Will looked at Miss Dowell like he was asking for her approval. Just before Will was about to speak, Miss Dowell took over.
"Yes, you can. Just ask Julie for the information, because we must get moving on." Miss Dowell nodded to William and they headed on their way.
Of course, Elizabeth was doing the exact opposite of Will. She had been in bed for a few hours a day now, once and a while she would get up, but soon she would be back in bed with a stomach ache. She needed someone to talk to. Luckily, Admiral Ylangg knocked on her door.
"Miss Elizabeth. Are you in there?" He said curiously.
"Yes. Come in." Elizabeth said, sounding tired. Adm. Ylangg carefully opened the door, and entered the dark room, careful not to bump anything. He slowly walked over to Elizabeth's bed and took a seat on the corner.
"Why haven't you been up much?" He spoke in a whisper.
"I," She started, "I haven't been feeling all that well." She whispered to him.
"Then I guess I shall just have to call for a doctor." He said, and with that he got up and left the room. Elizabeth could not speak. She thought that all she had was a small cold of some sort, but it different side effects. She couldn't wait to see the doctor.
After an hour, a doctor arrived at her room with Adm. Ylangg.
"Hello Miss Swann. I hear you have been under the weather." He said in a joking tone, but Elizabeth wasn't in the mood for jokes. He took a seat at the side of her bed and placed his right hand on her forehead.
"Uh huh." He said. "Have you been throwing up lately?" Adm. Ylangg looked at the doctor suspiciously.
"Yes. Why do you ask?" Elizabeth spoke in a slow unsteady tone.
"Yes, I think we all know why you aren't feeling well, don't we?" The doctor announced, and with that, he left the room quickly, leaving Elizabeth there to fall back asleep. Admiral Ylangg soon noticed she was asleep and quietly left the room.
"Come on. We'll start at the shoe shop." Miss Dowell said, and they started their way up the road. A few minutes had passed when they had reached the small Shoe shop.
"Hello Miss Julie! How was your day?" Miss Dowell asked the young lady behind the counter who seemed to be tending to a pair of dark shoes.
"Hello Miss Dowell! My day was fine, yours?" The young Julie Gouge spoke in a sooth voice.
"Absolutely wonderful! May I have a word with you for a minute?" Miss Dowell asked politely.
"Yes. What is it?" She said quietly.
"You know Mister Turner," started Miss Dowell, "Well, he is trying to find his fiancé, and we need your help!"
"Sure, Id love to help!" Julie said happily.
"Great, now go on Will, tell her!" Miss Dowell announced. Will took a deep breathe and began to speak.
"Well, she has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and is about 5`9." He spoke in a deep tone. He missed Elizabeth and all he wanted was her. Only her. He had been without Elizabeth for about 8 days now, and he knew that any longer, he probably couldn't hold on.
"Well, if I see anyone like that, you'll be the first to know!" she announced, just as a regular customer walked in.
"Hello, Earl. How are you?" Miss Dowell spoke to the old man who had just walked in.
"Very well, thank you. May I ask what your doing here? You only come here on Tuesdays!" He announced loudly.
"It just so happens that Mr. Turner lost his fiancé at sea, and is now looking for her!" Miss Dowell told Earl. He gave Will a surprised look. Earl seemed more interested in this.
"How might I help?" he kindly asked. Will looked at Miss Dowell like he was asking for her approval. Just before Will was about to speak, Miss Dowell took over.
"Yes, you can. Just ask Julie for the information, because we must get moving on." Miss Dowell nodded to William and they headed on their way.
Of course, Elizabeth was doing the exact opposite of Will. She had been in bed for a few hours a day now, once and a while she would get up, but soon she would be back in bed with a stomach ache. She needed someone to talk to. Luckily, Admiral Ylangg knocked on her door.
"Miss Elizabeth. Are you in there?" He said curiously.
"Yes. Come in." Elizabeth said, sounding tired. Adm. Ylangg carefully opened the door, and entered the dark room, careful not to bump anything. He slowly walked over to Elizabeth's bed and took a seat on the corner.
"Why haven't you been up much?" He spoke in a whisper.
"I," She started, "I haven't been feeling all that well." She whispered to him.
"Then I guess I shall just have to call for a doctor." He said, and with that he got up and left the room. Elizabeth could not speak. She thought that all she had was a small cold of some sort, but it different side effects. She couldn't wait to see the doctor.
After an hour, a doctor arrived at her room with Adm. Ylangg.
"Hello Miss Swann. I hear you have been under the weather." He said in a joking tone, but Elizabeth wasn't in the mood for jokes. He took a seat at the side of her bed and placed his right hand on her forehead.
"Uh huh." He said. "Have you been throwing up lately?" Adm. Ylangg looked at the doctor suspiciously.
"Yes. Why do you ask?" Elizabeth spoke in a slow unsteady tone.
"Yes, I think we all know why you aren't feeling well, don't we?" The doctor announced, and with that, he left the room quickly, leaving Elizabeth there to fall back asleep. Admiral Ylangg soon noticed she was asleep and quietly left the room.