Okay, this is probably my favorite chapter. I have a very strong feeling
you'll REALLY like it too.
Have you ever noticed that Sarah has REALLY bad luck on ships? I mean, Boston Tea Party happens on one, the next is shipwrecked, and a battle happens on the third one. This one's also set during The New Frontier. The next one is kind of an aftermath of the conclusion of this chapter. As you'll soon find out.
Moses is kind of mean to James in this fic. I dunno why. He's sort of a mood/fun spoiler. Poor guy. Moses is cool...But not cool to James in this fic. I think it's 'cause he likes Sarah. Well, in this one, anyways.
I'm so tired I'm ranting again..lol...Sad.
Hope you enjoy. Really hope you review too. You'll see why.
Today I will leave America. Quite possibly forever. Henri is sad, James is mad. Moses walks in with my bags and we both sigh.
"Henri, James, come on down, Sarah's leaving!" Moses hollered up the stairs.
Henri ran down right away. He attached himself to me and no matter how hard I tried, I could not detach him from me. I do not really have the heart to do it either. Moses walked up the stairs.
"Sarah, I'm going to get James," Moses remarked.
I nodded at him. Henri looked up at me pleadingly.
"Sarah, you can't leave!" Henri declared.
I shook my head.
"Henri, I can and will leave for London today," I replied sadly.
Henri pouted.
"No you will not! I will glue your shoes to the floor so you cannot move!" Henri announced authoritatively.
I laughed at my French friend.
"Henri, why are you so set against me leaving?" I questioned curiously.
Henri started crying.
"You remind me of my mother," Henri whispered.
How sweet. Now I too was crying. I embraced Henri even tighter, but let go when I heard a loud thud.
It was Moses, dragging James down the stairs by his ear.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" James whined as he went over the stairs.
He scowled at me and we all walked together to the pier where I was to leave.
Moses set my bags on board. Henri frowned and tried to prevent me from leaving, but he failed. James merely sulked.
I wish I could talk to him. But he does not seem to be in the mood for talking.
"Goodbye Sarah," Moses chirped.
Henri looks up sadly.
"I will miss you, Sarah!" Henri whimpered.
I smiled at the both of them, stepping unto the gangplank. I turned to get a look at James. Our eyes met for a moment, but he looked away. Moses and Henri started to leave.
My boat would be setting sail soon. Goodbye, America. I look down at the sea.
James snuck a glance at my retreating friends and runs up the gangplank as the boat is moving away from the shore. I gasp.
"James? What are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.
Why was he on the ship? He hates Britain. And, last time I checked, he hates me too.
How strange. James never has been very normal, though, has he? He rolled his eyes.
"What, a guy can't just try and stop his friend from making a terrible mistake?" James remarked, grinning.
I was not making a mistake.
"James, I am not making a mistake," I argued.
He gave me a cocky look. The look made me feel like he knew me better than I did.
"You'll regret this, Sarah," James muttered, shaking his head.
"Even if I am making a mistake, James, it is mine to make," I declared.
He rolled his eyes.
"He who sacrifices liberty for temporary safety deserves neither liberty or safety," James countered.
Figures he'd use a quote of Dr. Franklin's. I sigh and massage my temples.
"I am not sacrificing liberty for anything!" I retorted, annoyed.
James smirked.
"Well, Sarah, our country is fighting for liberty. You are running away, because America is too dangerous. You tell me if that's not sacrificing liberty for safety," James sneered.
I glared at my friend. My country is Britain.
"America is not my country. I was merely dwelling inside its boundaries," I state, tired of arguing.
James looks outraged and rightfully so. He speaks not a word, which relieves me. A thought nags at me.
"James, why do you care so much?" I asked curiously.
James looked startled. He looked at me, seeming as if he were looking for something. What it was, I had no idea. He thought for a moment and it seemed as if his problem was solved.
He moved so quickly I did not even see it coming. He kissed me. Hard. I did not think. I could not think. It was as if someone else was controlling my body.
I did not even realize I was kissing him back until he broke the kiss. Then it hit me.
I just kissed James. Or he kissed me. My dream had come true. And it scared me.
When he broke the kiss, I had no words. He smirked at me and I felt so confused. Just when I was sure about things, something like this happens.
"Well, Sarah, enjoy, nice, safe Britain," James snapped.
Then he dove off the ship. I gasped again. For a moment there, I had thought...
A sailor looked over and was shocked.
I was just glad that James could swim. And swim he did, right back to Philadelphia. Soon, he disappeared from my sight. But he had not disappeared from my heart.
Did I just think that? Yes. Well, I do not love him. Do I?
"Goodbye, James," I whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
I watched until the continent disappeared from my view, and then journeyed to my cabin. I had a lot to think about.
- Loren ;*
REVIEW!
Seriously. I actually think that this chapter's events warrants a review. I mean, well, hopefully you read it.
Have you ever noticed that Sarah has REALLY bad luck on ships? I mean, Boston Tea Party happens on one, the next is shipwrecked, and a battle happens on the third one. This one's also set during The New Frontier. The next one is kind of an aftermath of the conclusion of this chapter. As you'll soon find out.
Moses is kind of mean to James in this fic. I dunno why. He's sort of a mood/fun spoiler. Poor guy. Moses is cool...But not cool to James in this fic. I think it's 'cause he likes Sarah. Well, in this one, anyways.
I'm so tired I'm ranting again..lol...Sad.
Hope you enjoy. Really hope you review too. You'll see why.
Today I will leave America. Quite possibly forever. Henri is sad, James is mad. Moses walks in with my bags and we both sigh.
"Henri, James, come on down, Sarah's leaving!" Moses hollered up the stairs.
Henri ran down right away. He attached himself to me and no matter how hard I tried, I could not detach him from me. I do not really have the heart to do it either. Moses walked up the stairs.
"Sarah, I'm going to get James," Moses remarked.
I nodded at him. Henri looked up at me pleadingly.
"Sarah, you can't leave!" Henri declared.
I shook my head.
"Henri, I can and will leave for London today," I replied sadly.
Henri pouted.
"No you will not! I will glue your shoes to the floor so you cannot move!" Henri announced authoritatively.
I laughed at my French friend.
"Henri, why are you so set against me leaving?" I questioned curiously.
Henri started crying.
"You remind me of my mother," Henri whispered.
How sweet. Now I too was crying. I embraced Henri even tighter, but let go when I heard a loud thud.
It was Moses, dragging James down the stairs by his ear.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" James whined as he went over the stairs.
He scowled at me and we all walked together to the pier where I was to leave.
Moses set my bags on board. Henri frowned and tried to prevent me from leaving, but he failed. James merely sulked.
I wish I could talk to him. But he does not seem to be in the mood for talking.
"Goodbye Sarah," Moses chirped.
Henri looks up sadly.
"I will miss you, Sarah!" Henri whimpered.
I smiled at the both of them, stepping unto the gangplank. I turned to get a look at James. Our eyes met for a moment, but he looked away. Moses and Henri started to leave.
My boat would be setting sail soon. Goodbye, America. I look down at the sea.
James snuck a glance at my retreating friends and runs up the gangplank as the boat is moving away from the shore. I gasp.
"James? What are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.
Why was he on the ship? He hates Britain. And, last time I checked, he hates me too.
How strange. James never has been very normal, though, has he? He rolled his eyes.
"What, a guy can't just try and stop his friend from making a terrible mistake?" James remarked, grinning.
I was not making a mistake.
"James, I am not making a mistake," I argued.
He gave me a cocky look. The look made me feel like he knew me better than I did.
"You'll regret this, Sarah," James muttered, shaking his head.
"Even if I am making a mistake, James, it is mine to make," I declared.
He rolled his eyes.
"He who sacrifices liberty for temporary safety deserves neither liberty or safety," James countered.
Figures he'd use a quote of Dr. Franklin's. I sigh and massage my temples.
"I am not sacrificing liberty for anything!" I retorted, annoyed.
James smirked.
"Well, Sarah, our country is fighting for liberty. You are running away, because America is too dangerous. You tell me if that's not sacrificing liberty for safety," James sneered.
I glared at my friend. My country is Britain.
"America is not my country. I was merely dwelling inside its boundaries," I state, tired of arguing.
James looks outraged and rightfully so. He speaks not a word, which relieves me. A thought nags at me.
"James, why do you care so much?" I asked curiously.
James looked startled. He looked at me, seeming as if he were looking for something. What it was, I had no idea. He thought for a moment and it seemed as if his problem was solved.
He moved so quickly I did not even see it coming. He kissed me. Hard. I did not think. I could not think. It was as if someone else was controlling my body.
I did not even realize I was kissing him back until he broke the kiss. Then it hit me.
I just kissed James. Or he kissed me. My dream had come true. And it scared me.
When he broke the kiss, I had no words. He smirked at me and I felt so confused. Just when I was sure about things, something like this happens.
"Well, Sarah, enjoy, nice, safe Britain," James snapped.
Then he dove off the ship. I gasped again. For a moment there, I had thought...
A sailor looked over and was shocked.
I was just glad that James could swim. And swim he did, right back to Philadelphia. Soon, he disappeared from my sight. But he had not disappeared from my heart.
Did I just think that? Yes. Well, I do not love him. Do I?
"Goodbye, James," I whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
I watched until the continent disappeared from my view, and then journeyed to my cabin. I had a lot to think about.
- Loren ;*
REVIEW!
Seriously. I actually think that this chapter's events warrants a review. I mean, well, hopefully you read it.
