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One day, she doesn't scream. Stands, her shoulders bent, with the folds of her white dress perfectly coiled, undisturbed by the vicious wind around her. Looks straight at him, but her eyes are strangely unfocused, the light of the sea gone from their depths.
Then she turns, and walks away.
He wants to run after her. Wants to hoist her over his shoulder and haul her off with him, bring back the old sparkle in her eyes and crimson in her cheeks. But he knows better. Elizabeth is an independent lass, wild, and destined to be free, not bow to constraint. Her heart is one of a pirate.
He wouldn't have her any other way.
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