Realize that when I wrote this chapter, I'd never actually seen The New
Frontier. Well, I saw snippets, but not really enough to tell totally what
the episode was about. This is kind of...Weird...
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Yes, I realize that I am trekking out here, lost, in the middle of nowhere. My guide abandoned me a while ago. I am so tired. Why did I ever leave Philadelphia?
I feel like I am just asking to get Malaria. Which is weird, because, if I know my Spanish correctly, which I do, it means bad river. Or something to that effect. I wish I knew where father was.
AHH! Indian! This Indian is being very nice to me though. I feel awful woozy though, so I am just going to close my eyes and rest for a bit.
Where am I? A cabin, I think? There are a lot of Indians here. They seem to be talking. I wonder if any of them know English. The one I first saw nods to me and I get up, following the man out the door and into the forest. We wind up by a creek.
There is a man there, wearing buckskin and a raccoon hat. He has long scraggly red hair and whiskers, but he is my father! I run to hug the man I have not seen in ages.
"Father! I have missed you so," I cried, wrapping my arms around him.
We hugged for the longest time.
"I love you, Sarah," My father whispered, breaking the hug.
"Love you too, Father," I replied, though it was somewhat bittersweet.
Father looked curiously at me.
"Sarah, you look troubled," He stated, looking straight at me.
"I am," I said, beginning to walk down the river.
"What about, darling? Can I help?" Father asked, sounding worried.
When was the last time someone worried about me? The day I left Philadelphia, maybe? I shuddered at the thought.
I smiled at my father.
"May I help," I corrected.
My father rolled his eyes and draped an arm around my shoulder.
"Truth be told, Father, I have many problems," I mumbled.
Father frowned.
"Give me an example, Sarah dear," My father asked, clearly believing my only problems involved what clothes to wear, like Mother's.
I strained to smile.
"Well, Father, Mother sent over many suitors awhile ago. Those suitors disrupted my life. My journeys took me to Boston, where I was administered a smallpox inoculation. Anyways, I had a dream. My dream led me to think about things I had never bothered to think about. I am very confused," I rambled.
My father shot me a confused look and pretended he understood. I rolled my eyes and pulled him towards the camp. Maybe I could get some reporting done here.
However, unfortunately, I did not like the kind of news there was here. All those poor Indians, killed. America has become too violent for me. Or, at least for my father. We are supposed to talk now. Somehow, I have a bad feeling about this conversation.
Father sighs and looks at me.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. What am I to do with you?" Father sighed.
I shrug and sit down.
"I do not know, Father," I reply, dazed.
He looks up at me and winces.
"Sarah, you looked so heartbroken back there. I fear for your safety Sarah. I want to know that you're safe and well always," My father continued, looking nervous and a little scared.
I worried.
"Sarah, I am doing this because I love you. You're going back to England," Father replied, pulling me into a hug.
I am going back to England? In the beginning of my glorious stay here in America, I had hoped to go back. Now I was not so sure I wanted to be there. Then again, I am not sure that I want to stay here either. A time in Philadelphia with Peggy Shippen and General Howe came to mind. Just the thought of them made me shiver.
I am homeless. The thought scares me. I do not feel like I belong in England or America. It is like I am hovering in the middle between both of them. Home is where the heart is. But where does my heart lie?
I am more confused than ever. My father, my friends, they dwell here. My mother, my love, they dwell there. Love? Does that mean that I still love him?
May the Lord rescue my soul. I still love him. I, Sarah Anne Phillips, am in love with a bigot. Well, that is just marvelous.
"I'll arrange you an escort back to Philadelphia, and from there, you'll be placed unto a boat to England," My father replied quietly.
I nodded absently, lost in my thoughts.
I was still in love with James Raleigh. How strange. I suppose it makes sense, I didn't think talking with Sybil really helped me get over the issue. Talking with Sybil didn't even help me get over my issues with James. As a matter of fact, it worsened them.
Speaking of my issues with James, what about them? They do not matter anymore, I realize. I blink several times. I do not have any issues with him anymore.
Now I know what I must do. To London it is!
- Loren ;*
Hope you liked it. And if you did, review.
P.S.- I really don't own Liberty's Kids. You should know that by now. Anyways, wouldn't it be really weird if the creators of a show wrote a fic in the section, wouldn't it? Hehe.
I like reviews. A lot.
Yes, I realize that I am trekking out here, lost, in the middle of nowhere. My guide abandoned me a while ago. I am so tired. Why did I ever leave Philadelphia?
I feel like I am just asking to get Malaria. Which is weird, because, if I know my Spanish correctly, which I do, it means bad river. Or something to that effect. I wish I knew where father was.
AHH! Indian! This Indian is being very nice to me though. I feel awful woozy though, so I am just going to close my eyes and rest for a bit.
Where am I? A cabin, I think? There are a lot of Indians here. They seem to be talking. I wonder if any of them know English. The one I first saw nods to me and I get up, following the man out the door and into the forest. We wind up by a creek.
There is a man there, wearing buckskin and a raccoon hat. He has long scraggly red hair and whiskers, but he is my father! I run to hug the man I have not seen in ages.
"Father! I have missed you so," I cried, wrapping my arms around him.
We hugged for the longest time.
"I love you, Sarah," My father whispered, breaking the hug.
"Love you too, Father," I replied, though it was somewhat bittersweet.
Father looked curiously at me.
"Sarah, you look troubled," He stated, looking straight at me.
"I am," I said, beginning to walk down the river.
"What about, darling? Can I help?" Father asked, sounding worried.
When was the last time someone worried about me? The day I left Philadelphia, maybe? I shuddered at the thought.
I smiled at my father.
"May I help," I corrected.
My father rolled his eyes and draped an arm around my shoulder.
"Truth be told, Father, I have many problems," I mumbled.
Father frowned.
"Give me an example, Sarah dear," My father asked, clearly believing my only problems involved what clothes to wear, like Mother's.
I strained to smile.
"Well, Father, Mother sent over many suitors awhile ago. Those suitors disrupted my life. My journeys took me to Boston, where I was administered a smallpox inoculation. Anyways, I had a dream. My dream led me to think about things I had never bothered to think about. I am very confused," I rambled.
My father shot me a confused look and pretended he understood. I rolled my eyes and pulled him towards the camp. Maybe I could get some reporting done here.
However, unfortunately, I did not like the kind of news there was here. All those poor Indians, killed. America has become too violent for me. Or, at least for my father. We are supposed to talk now. Somehow, I have a bad feeling about this conversation.
Father sighs and looks at me.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. What am I to do with you?" Father sighed.
I shrug and sit down.
"I do not know, Father," I reply, dazed.
He looks up at me and winces.
"Sarah, you looked so heartbroken back there. I fear for your safety Sarah. I want to know that you're safe and well always," My father continued, looking nervous and a little scared.
I worried.
"Sarah, I am doing this because I love you. You're going back to England," Father replied, pulling me into a hug.
I am going back to England? In the beginning of my glorious stay here in America, I had hoped to go back. Now I was not so sure I wanted to be there. Then again, I am not sure that I want to stay here either. A time in Philadelphia with Peggy Shippen and General Howe came to mind. Just the thought of them made me shiver.
I am homeless. The thought scares me. I do not feel like I belong in England or America. It is like I am hovering in the middle between both of them. Home is where the heart is. But where does my heart lie?
I am more confused than ever. My father, my friends, they dwell here. My mother, my love, they dwell there. Love? Does that mean that I still love him?
May the Lord rescue my soul. I still love him. I, Sarah Anne Phillips, am in love with a bigot. Well, that is just marvelous.
"I'll arrange you an escort back to Philadelphia, and from there, you'll be placed unto a boat to England," My father replied quietly.
I nodded absently, lost in my thoughts.
I was still in love with James Raleigh. How strange. I suppose it makes sense, I didn't think talking with Sybil really helped me get over the issue. Talking with Sybil didn't even help me get over my issues with James. As a matter of fact, it worsened them.
Speaking of my issues with James, what about them? They do not matter anymore, I realize. I blink several times. I do not have any issues with him anymore.
Now I know what I must do. To London it is!
- Loren ;*
Hope you liked it. And if you did, review.
P.S.- I really don't own Liberty's Kids. You should know that by now. Anyways, wouldn't it be really weird if the creators of a show wrote a fic in the section, wouldn't it? Hehe.
