Oh, sorry about the French. I don't speak French. Seriously, I'm like
James, I know only a little. Got that off a translator, which is why a lot
of it is messed up, y'know, because they're free translators. I'm in
Spanish anyways, but that is not the point.
You get more of the crazy-Henri-translator-French next chapter, but this chapter's pretty long and full of flashback/dream sequencey things. I figured that if Sarah had...interesting ocean experiences the last two times, why not now too?
Anyways, yeah, sorry about the whole modern thing, but, then again, isn't the show kinda modern? I mean, if I used all those thee's and thy's and spelled things in Old English, well no one would want to read it (especially with the old English spelling, with those Y's and what not everywhere).
Oh, yeah, thanks for the reviews! And, yeah, I don't own Liberty's Kids. Never have, never will...I'd better stop before I depress myself. Anyways, these are the last few chapters. Yay...I uh, think, anyways...
Guess that means I'm gonna have to update Confinement. Hmm...
Anyways, on with the chapter!
Oh, and to make this already ridiculously long author's note even more ridiculously long, d'you think I should do a sequelish-thing or not? I've got some of it wrote, but yeah...
At last, the chapter. This is a long one, so a review'd be great. ;)
I hugged my mother goodbye. I would not be seeing her for a long while. On the bright side, however, I was going to America!
"Mother, I will miss you!" I said, crying hard.
My mother stood back to look me in the eye, crying herself.
"I will miss you too, Sarah!" Mother cried.
I climbed on board the ship, waving frantically as it began to sail off. A wave of déjà vu hit me and I was reminded suddenly of my retreat from America.
"I love you!" I cried, as she got farther and farther away.
"I'll see you someday soon, in America!" Mother yelled.
I nodded back and watched as she finally disappeared from my vision. I would miss her so. I was so tired. I am just going to go and lie down in my room. I'm beginning to drift off.
I was so happy! James had mail from mother! I am so happy at the moment.
"Oh, James, I'm so happy that I could kiss you!" I exclaimed, almost hugging him.
James grinned.
"Haven't I suffered enough at the hands of the British?" He joked.
I grinned.
"You know what? I think not," I flirted, kissing him, right there in the middle of the tavern.
He broke the kiss a second later, beaming from ear to ear.
"I think you're right, Sarah! I'm such a treasonous rebel! You Tories DO have the right to punish me! I deserve all I can get!" James teased.
I grinned back at him and we kissed again.
I awoke with a start. I thought I was through with these kinds of dreams! I will just go back to sleep and forget all about it.
"And why should I let this little rebel go?" The navy man asked, annoyed.
I had no idea what to say. I licked my lips, trying to think of something to say to save James. Henri, however, beat me to the punch.
"Because they are to be married!" Henri exclaimed, waving his hands in the air.
That crazy little kid! Oh, well, I should play along, should I not? It was for James' well being, after all. No matter how much I disliked competition, I had to help him.
He looks skeptical.
"A lady like you, with a scruffy whelp like him? What do you see in him?" The man grunted, suspicious.
I nodded and blushed. The captain kissed my hand.
"Yes, he's quite charming sometimes. He has many good qualities once you get to know him," I replied truthfully.
"You sure about this?" The burly sailor asked.
"Why yes, of course!" I agreed whole-heartedly.
They seem to be buying my tale.
"We are to be married right away. We are firm supporters of the crown. James plans to join the Royal Navy later. James loves our king so much. So, you see, this is the only time we have left to be together!" I continued, lying extravagantly.
I swear, one of the men is crying! The leader turned to face James.
"Is this true, boy?" The seaman asked gruffly.
James nodded, faking a smile. He looked uneasy.
"Yes. She is my fiancée. We are very much in love," James answered unenthusiastically.
The first sailor looked suspicious.
"I want to see proof. Kiss!" He ordered.
I suppose I must comply. James stepped shakily away from the soldiers. He walked up to me, and, with a confidence I am sure he did not possess at the moment, kissed me. Needless to say, I kissed him back, with more passion than should be necessary. He responded in kind.
Behind us, Henri grinned.
"See? They cannot keep their hands off each other!" Henri chirped.
The sailors shrugged and laughed. I broke the kiss with James, trying to contain my blush and not kiss him again. We avoided eye contact with each other.
"Ah, true love," One of them remarked.
The lead man looked at James.
"That's some lady you've got there. Take good care of her," The man mumbled.
James nodded, free from the iron grasp of the men, grabbing my hand. We walked away, all of us waving.
"You can let go of my hand now," I said, through my still-smiling teeth.
"That's the easiest thing anyone's ever told me to do," James countered, also faking a smile.
He dropped my hand as if he had been burned. I scowled at him.
"I'm waiting for a thank-you from you," I snapped impatiently.
James looked at me, grimacing.
"I think I'm going to be sick first," He retorted, indeed looking a bit green.
He goes to find water, or throw up, but I know he liked it. I know he liked it because I did too. You would have to be blind to not feel the sparks. I touched my lips, licked them, and grinned at nothing in particular.
Henri is trying to catch a toad. James came and sat next to me on the log. He turns and kisses me hard. We break apart, catching our breath.
"Don't say I never said thank-you," James winked.
I smiled as he caressed the sides of my face.
"Now that I think about it, I've done a lot more for you. You owe me some more of that!" I argued.
James smirked secretly and nodded.
"You're right. And there's more where that came from!" James cajoled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
He leans in and kisses me, and as we sit here in the swamp, I think I am beginning to like the little rogue. In a more-than-friendly-sort-of-way.
I shoot up with horror. Not another one! Now I was reliving memories, but with new twists. Scary! These fantasies were worse than nightmares! I just hope I can go back asleep.
I was trying to write a letter to Mother, but the boys were being incredibly loud. Something must have crashed.
"James, cut out that racket!" I screamed, trying to write.
The noise persisted. I cannot write like this! I am going downstairs to see what they are doing.
"Would you please stop that noise! I am trying to concentrate!" I yelled, annoyed.
They are all gathered around something. Moses is hammering on it.
"James, if you would," Moses remarked.
He hammered on it a bit more. It shone in the light. They looked among themselves.
"What is it?" I asked, confused.
Moses looked back at me.
"Oh, the boys have a little something for you," Moses answered.
He hammered on it again.
"It was my idea!" Henri yelped.
I grinned. James nodded, and picked it up.
"Since you saved our hides, we decided to make you something," James explained, holding the object so I can see it.
It is a necklace, a locket to be exact. Just like the one my father gave me. He smiled and put the necklace around my neck.
"Where did you get the gold for this?" I asked, bewildered.
James scratched the back of his neck nervously. He was not wearing his mother's ring. He did that, for me?
"Do you like it?" He asked, nervous.
"Your ring!" I exclaimed, shocked.
James looks down and does not answer the question. I smiled at him.
"It is the greatest gift I have ever received," I answered truthfully, feeling its surface.
He smiles brightly.
"Well, I knew how important that locket was to you," He mumbled.
He had sacrificed so much for someone he barely knew.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He smelled nice. I waited patiently the rest of the night so that I could properly express my thanks. James passed my room. I opened the door.
"James?" I called, unsure.
He turned to face me.
"Yeah, what, Sarah?" He mumbled.
I smiled at him.
"I want to thank you again, for giving me that necklace," I muttered softly.
I looked around quietly and then pulled him into my room. I kissed him passionately and then...
I awoke with a start. I cannot believe myself! That dream was even worse then the last. It was just about to go to dirty places. I will not sleep anymore, and that's final!
I had just been through one of the worst experiences of my life. Poor Molly! Not only had her husband died, but she had gotten shot. I was so tired, but at least we were being released. I hear someone calling my name, but it does not register. Suddenly, James is in front of me, looking incredibly worried.
"Sarah! Are you all right?" James asks, eyes wild.
I nod and look down at Molly.
"I will be fine, James," I answer softly.
Molly moves her head in my lap and James gently picks up her head, pulls me up, and sets her head down on his coat. Then he wraps his arms around me in a huge bear hug. I feel safe, and warm, and a lot of things I have not felt since I got here. Then he steps away from me, and the cold rushes at me with full force. I miss the warmth, but then, suddenly, he kisses me, and it returns, better than any fire.
He breaks the kiss a moment later, hugging me again.
"I was afraid you were dead. I missed you, Sarah. I don't know what I'd do without you," James whispers.
I do not know what to feel. I feel safe, I feel warm, and I feel loved.
I shake myself awake. I must have drifted off. That dream was tamer than the others, but still, something is amiss about it. I know none of that happened, but I miss the feeling in the dream. I am so tired. It would not hurt to close my eyes for a moment, would it?
"Thank you," James said.
It takes a while before I register that he is talking to me.
"For what?" I asked, dazed.
James gives me a look. Suddenly, I am wide-awake.
"You know," He prodded.
I chose to ignore this. If I acknowledge it, then it means that I will truly have betrayed the crown.
"I do not know what you are talking about," I denied.
James rolled his eyes at me.
"Sure you do. You saved our hides," James stated.
I was so tired. I could not argue with him there, though. For once, he had a point.
"James, I am very tired, and very cold," I answer, tired.
James shook his head, smiling lopsidedly at me. He then removed his coat, draping it over Henri and I. I smiled shyly at him.
"I'm going to make a gentleman out of you yet," I teased, grinning.
He grins back.
"And I'm going to make an American out of you," James countered.
I carefully leaned up against him. He looked down at me, confused.
"What're you doing?" James hissed.
I smiled tiredly.
"It was either using you as a pillow or the cart. I cannot help it if you are the softer one," I mumbled.
James shrugged, tired himself, and set his head on top of mine.
I awoke slowly this time. The memories flooded back to me quickly. Oh, brother. I wish I could speak to my sister, Mary. Unfortunately, she was off, studying in France, for all I knew. She had experience with these kinds of matters. I did not, for I was just a girl of fifteen.
No more falling asleep.
I ran out, waving around the pillowcase I had stuffed with books.
"You'll never take me alive!" I screamed like a banshee.
I smacked the Indian in the face with my pillowcase. He fell to the floor.
"Take you where?" He asked skeptically, rubbing his face.
How was I supposed to answer that? It was not every day that you met cute blonde blue-eyed Indians when they were attacking your ship.
"Wherever Indians take people!" I shouted.
"I'm not no Indian. None of us are!" He argued.
I rolled my eyes, putting my hands on my hips.
"I'm not AN Indian. Who taught you grammar?" I scolded, annoyed.
He glared at me.
"Who taught you to whack people on the head?" He retorted, rubbing his head.
Who was this boy?
"Who are you?" I asked, annoyed.
"James Hiller, of the Philadelphia Gazette," He said, pulling out a notepad and pencil.
"So, what do you think about the Tea Act?" James asked, looking down at his paper, preparing to write.
Is that what this is about?
"That's what this is about?" I asked, incredulous.
"I think that they should follow the laws the king assigns. What these men are doing is treason," I continued loudly.
"But what if the laws are unjust?" James countered.
I rolled my eyes.
"You cannot just go around not following laws. That would be anarchy!" I said, disturbed.
I had to continue.
"And you can quote me on that!" I answered passionately.
He smirked, cocking an eyebrow.
"And who would I be quoting?" James challenged.
Who taught him grammar? Honestly!
"Whom would I be quoting! For someone in the newspaper business, you really should be more careful with words! Miss Sarah Phillips of London," I reprimanded.
He did a double take.
"You're Miss Phillips?" James gasped, incredulous.
I nodded, frustrated.
"We've been looking for you!" He said enthusiastically.
He grabbed my arm and started to pull me up the stairs. I jerked my arm back.
"Unhand me now!" I yelled.
He shot me a look.
"I would if I could," He grunted.
I continued fighting him.
"Stop it! Let go of me!" I screeched, still struggling.
He exhaled and turned to face me.
"Look, Sarah, calm down. I'm with Ben Franklin. I'm not going to ravage you or anything. I'm just trying to get you off this boat, so, just follow me and stop struggling!" James snapped, getting right in my face.
"No!" I screamed, still fighting him.
He sighed, rolling his eyes. Then he kissed me, right out of nowhere. I pushed him off of me.
"What was that?" I snarled, wiping my mouth.
He rubbed his head.
"I was trying to calm you down," James barked.
I rolled my eyes.
"Well, it did not work, so do not repeat it, okay?" I retorted.
They do things very differently in the colonies. He sighs, grabbing my arm and dragging me up the rest of the stairs.
"Miss Phillips, I can't print my story from jail," James countered.
"Put me down! Put me down now!" I yelped, trying to fight him off.
He smiles sarcastically.
"I'd love to. But Dr. Franklin told us to take care of you," James argued sardonically.
I glared at him.
"You call forcibly dragging me off a ship taking care of me?" I said, in disbelief.
He nodded. I rolled my eyes. A man called to him and James dropped my hands. A soldier was coming at us! He grabbed for me, but James managed to trip him, and he grabbed my necklace as he fell. I needed no encouragement to run this time.
I snapped awake, wondering when I had become friends with James. That dream was sort of odd, compared to the others. Let me pray that I will not have another dream of the kind. I succumb to sleep.
When I awaken, sun streams through my window. Yes! No more dreams! I yawned, walking down to the galley to prepare breakfast for myself.
As I sat there eating, I thought. Six dreams in one night, plus the other one equaled seven. Seven dreams. I cannot just write this off. My mind is trying to tell me something. I have not figured out what that is.
Was Sybil right? I do not know. That scares me. I could try and say that all of this meant nothing, I really could. I would be saying that right now, but I had just broken up with my fiancé, because I realized I did not love him. It was the second of two awful decisions I have made in one voyage. I cannot trust my decision-making skills anymore.
So, if I just write it all off, as if it was all nothing, I could very easily be wrong. If I say that I possess no feelings for James, it could turn out that exactly the opposite is true. I know only two things for sure. One, that I am an American, and two, that I do not love James Raleigh.
Seven dreams, maybe that is a sign of something to come. Maybe it is not. I have no idea. That is what truly bothers me. I do not think I have feelings for him, but I am not sure. I never thought I would be friends with him, yet I am. I thought that I was a subject of the crown, but I am an American. I never thought I would become a writer, and yet, I am.
What really bothers me about the dreams (well, besides those disgusting ones) was that I kissed him in all of them. I seemed so at ease with him, something I cannot say is true. How can I be at ease around a boy whom I could have feelings for?
- Loren ;*
Wow. I'm speechless. But, if you say you're speechless, then aren't you still saying something? Hmmm. What strange things to puzzle over, right?
I have waaay too much free time sometimes. Time I could and probably should be using to do my math homework. Hmm.
Oh well.
I am scarily talkative today. Maybe it's because no one's talking to be and I'm alone with my thoughts, which is not a place anyone'd want to be. *shivers*
Okay, finished on my tirade/rant/lecture/sermony thing. I'd better get off the pulpit before I go power-hungry on you. And I'm sure that everyone's stopped reading this because it just goes on and on and on and on and on and on. I guess I'm just in a Lorelai mood right now 'cause I had a HUGE load of Pixy Sticks (gotta love that Willy Wonka) and a bunch of those really yummy Swoops things (seriously, they're five star "chips")...Man, I do not know when to shut up.
Shutting up now. Oh, review, by the way...
You get more of the crazy-Henri-translator-French next chapter, but this chapter's pretty long and full of flashback/dream sequencey things. I figured that if Sarah had...interesting ocean experiences the last two times, why not now too?
Anyways, yeah, sorry about the whole modern thing, but, then again, isn't the show kinda modern? I mean, if I used all those thee's and thy's and spelled things in Old English, well no one would want to read it (especially with the old English spelling, with those Y's and what not everywhere).
Oh, yeah, thanks for the reviews! And, yeah, I don't own Liberty's Kids. Never have, never will...I'd better stop before I depress myself. Anyways, these are the last few chapters. Yay...I uh, think, anyways...
Guess that means I'm gonna have to update Confinement. Hmm...
Anyways, on with the chapter!
Oh, and to make this already ridiculously long author's note even more ridiculously long, d'you think I should do a sequelish-thing or not? I've got some of it wrote, but yeah...
At last, the chapter. This is a long one, so a review'd be great. ;)
I hugged my mother goodbye. I would not be seeing her for a long while. On the bright side, however, I was going to America!
"Mother, I will miss you!" I said, crying hard.
My mother stood back to look me in the eye, crying herself.
"I will miss you too, Sarah!" Mother cried.
I climbed on board the ship, waving frantically as it began to sail off. A wave of déjà vu hit me and I was reminded suddenly of my retreat from America.
"I love you!" I cried, as she got farther and farther away.
"I'll see you someday soon, in America!" Mother yelled.
I nodded back and watched as she finally disappeared from my vision. I would miss her so. I was so tired. I am just going to go and lie down in my room. I'm beginning to drift off.
I was so happy! James had mail from mother! I am so happy at the moment.
"Oh, James, I'm so happy that I could kiss you!" I exclaimed, almost hugging him.
James grinned.
"Haven't I suffered enough at the hands of the British?" He joked.
I grinned.
"You know what? I think not," I flirted, kissing him, right there in the middle of the tavern.
He broke the kiss a second later, beaming from ear to ear.
"I think you're right, Sarah! I'm such a treasonous rebel! You Tories DO have the right to punish me! I deserve all I can get!" James teased.
I grinned back at him and we kissed again.
I awoke with a start. I thought I was through with these kinds of dreams! I will just go back to sleep and forget all about it.
"And why should I let this little rebel go?" The navy man asked, annoyed.
I had no idea what to say. I licked my lips, trying to think of something to say to save James. Henri, however, beat me to the punch.
"Because they are to be married!" Henri exclaimed, waving his hands in the air.
That crazy little kid! Oh, well, I should play along, should I not? It was for James' well being, after all. No matter how much I disliked competition, I had to help him.
He looks skeptical.
"A lady like you, with a scruffy whelp like him? What do you see in him?" The man grunted, suspicious.
I nodded and blushed. The captain kissed my hand.
"Yes, he's quite charming sometimes. He has many good qualities once you get to know him," I replied truthfully.
"You sure about this?" The burly sailor asked.
"Why yes, of course!" I agreed whole-heartedly.
They seem to be buying my tale.
"We are to be married right away. We are firm supporters of the crown. James plans to join the Royal Navy later. James loves our king so much. So, you see, this is the only time we have left to be together!" I continued, lying extravagantly.
I swear, one of the men is crying! The leader turned to face James.
"Is this true, boy?" The seaman asked gruffly.
James nodded, faking a smile. He looked uneasy.
"Yes. She is my fiancée. We are very much in love," James answered unenthusiastically.
The first sailor looked suspicious.
"I want to see proof. Kiss!" He ordered.
I suppose I must comply. James stepped shakily away from the soldiers. He walked up to me, and, with a confidence I am sure he did not possess at the moment, kissed me. Needless to say, I kissed him back, with more passion than should be necessary. He responded in kind.
Behind us, Henri grinned.
"See? They cannot keep their hands off each other!" Henri chirped.
The sailors shrugged and laughed. I broke the kiss with James, trying to contain my blush and not kiss him again. We avoided eye contact with each other.
"Ah, true love," One of them remarked.
The lead man looked at James.
"That's some lady you've got there. Take good care of her," The man mumbled.
James nodded, free from the iron grasp of the men, grabbing my hand. We walked away, all of us waving.
"You can let go of my hand now," I said, through my still-smiling teeth.
"That's the easiest thing anyone's ever told me to do," James countered, also faking a smile.
He dropped my hand as if he had been burned. I scowled at him.
"I'm waiting for a thank-you from you," I snapped impatiently.
James looked at me, grimacing.
"I think I'm going to be sick first," He retorted, indeed looking a bit green.
He goes to find water, or throw up, but I know he liked it. I know he liked it because I did too. You would have to be blind to not feel the sparks. I touched my lips, licked them, and grinned at nothing in particular.
Henri is trying to catch a toad. James came and sat next to me on the log. He turns and kisses me hard. We break apart, catching our breath.
"Don't say I never said thank-you," James winked.
I smiled as he caressed the sides of my face.
"Now that I think about it, I've done a lot more for you. You owe me some more of that!" I argued.
James smirked secretly and nodded.
"You're right. And there's more where that came from!" James cajoled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
He leans in and kisses me, and as we sit here in the swamp, I think I am beginning to like the little rogue. In a more-than-friendly-sort-of-way.
I shoot up with horror. Not another one! Now I was reliving memories, but with new twists. Scary! These fantasies were worse than nightmares! I just hope I can go back asleep.
I was trying to write a letter to Mother, but the boys were being incredibly loud. Something must have crashed.
"James, cut out that racket!" I screamed, trying to write.
The noise persisted. I cannot write like this! I am going downstairs to see what they are doing.
"Would you please stop that noise! I am trying to concentrate!" I yelled, annoyed.
They are all gathered around something. Moses is hammering on it.
"James, if you would," Moses remarked.
He hammered on it a bit more. It shone in the light. They looked among themselves.
"What is it?" I asked, confused.
Moses looked back at me.
"Oh, the boys have a little something for you," Moses answered.
He hammered on it again.
"It was my idea!" Henri yelped.
I grinned. James nodded, and picked it up.
"Since you saved our hides, we decided to make you something," James explained, holding the object so I can see it.
It is a necklace, a locket to be exact. Just like the one my father gave me. He smiled and put the necklace around my neck.
"Where did you get the gold for this?" I asked, bewildered.
James scratched the back of his neck nervously. He was not wearing his mother's ring. He did that, for me?
"Do you like it?" He asked, nervous.
"Your ring!" I exclaimed, shocked.
James looks down and does not answer the question. I smiled at him.
"It is the greatest gift I have ever received," I answered truthfully, feeling its surface.
He smiles brightly.
"Well, I knew how important that locket was to you," He mumbled.
He had sacrificed so much for someone he barely knew.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He smelled nice. I waited patiently the rest of the night so that I could properly express my thanks. James passed my room. I opened the door.
"James?" I called, unsure.
He turned to face me.
"Yeah, what, Sarah?" He mumbled.
I smiled at him.
"I want to thank you again, for giving me that necklace," I muttered softly.
I looked around quietly and then pulled him into my room. I kissed him passionately and then...
I awoke with a start. I cannot believe myself! That dream was even worse then the last. It was just about to go to dirty places. I will not sleep anymore, and that's final!
I had just been through one of the worst experiences of my life. Poor Molly! Not only had her husband died, but she had gotten shot. I was so tired, but at least we were being released. I hear someone calling my name, but it does not register. Suddenly, James is in front of me, looking incredibly worried.
"Sarah! Are you all right?" James asks, eyes wild.
I nod and look down at Molly.
"I will be fine, James," I answer softly.
Molly moves her head in my lap and James gently picks up her head, pulls me up, and sets her head down on his coat. Then he wraps his arms around me in a huge bear hug. I feel safe, and warm, and a lot of things I have not felt since I got here. Then he steps away from me, and the cold rushes at me with full force. I miss the warmth, but then, suddenly, he kisses me, and it returns, better than any fire.
He breaks the kiss a moment later, hugging me again.
"I was afraid you were dead. I missed you, Sarah. I don't know what I'd do without you," James whispers.
I do not know what to feel. I feel safe, I feel warm, and I feel loved.
I shake myself awake. I must have drifted off. That dream was tamer than the others, but still, something is amiss about it. I know none of that happened, but I miss the feeling in the dream. I am so tired. It would not hurt to close my eyes for a moment, would it?
"Thank you," James said.
It takes a while before I register that he is talking to me.
"For what?" I asked, dazed.
James gives me a look. Suddenly, I am wide-awake.
"You know," He prodded.
I chose to ignore this. If I acknowledge it, then it means that I will truly have betrayed the crown.
"I do not know what you are talking about," I denied.
James rolled his eyes at me.
"Sure you do. You saved our hides," James stated.
I was so tired. I could not argue with him there, though. For once, he had a point.
"James, I am very tired, and very cold," I answer, tired.
James shook his head, smiling lopsidedly at me. He then removed his coat, draping it over Henri and I. I smiled shyly at him.
"I'm going to make a gentleman out of you yet," I teased, grinning.
He grins back.
"And I'm going to make an American out of you," James countered.
I carefully leaned up against him. He looked down at me, confused.
"What're you doing?" James hissed.
I smiled tiredly.
"It was either using you as a pillow or the cart. I cannot help it if you are the softer one," I mumbled.
James shrugged, tired himself, and set his head on top of mine.
I awoke slowly this time. The memories flooded back to me quickly. Oh, brother. I wish I could speak to my sister, Mary. Unfortunately, she was off, studying in France, for all I knew. She had experience with these kinds of matters. I did not, for I was just a girl of fifteen.
No more falling asleep.
I ran out, waving around the pillowcase I had stuffed with books.
"You'll never take me alive!" I screamed like a banshee.
I smacked the Indian in the face with my pillowcase. He fell to the floor.
"Take you where?" He asked skeptically, rubbing his face.
How was I supposed to answer that? It was not every day that you met cute blonde blue-eyed Indians when they were attacking your ship.
"Wherever Indians take people!" I shouted.
"I'm not no Indian. None of us are!" He argued.
I rolled my eyes, putting my hands on my hips.
"I'm not AN Indian. Who taught you grammar?" I scolded, annoyed.
He glared at me.
"Who taught you to whack people on the head?" He retorted, rubbing his head.
Who was this boy?
"Who are you?" I asked, annoyed.
"James Hiller, of the Philadelphia Gazette," He said, pulling out a notepad and pencil.
"So, what do you think about the Tea Act?" James asked, looking down at his paper, preparing to write.
Is that what this is about?
"That's what this is about?" I asked, incredulous.
"I think that they should follow the laws the king assigns. What these men are doing is treason," I continued loudly.
"But what if the laws are unjust?" James countered.
I rolled my eyes.
"You cannot just go around not following laws. That would be anarchy!" I said, disturbed.
I had to continue.
"And you can quote me on that!" I answered passionately.
He smirked, cocking an eyebrow.
"And who would I be quoting?" James challenged.
Who taught him grammar? Honestly!
"Whom would I be quoting! For someone in the newspaper business, you really should be more careful with words! Miss Sarah Phillips of London," I reprimanded.
He did a double take.
"You're Miss Phillips?" James gasped, incredulous.
I nodded, frustrated.
"We've been looking for you!" He said enthusiastically.
He grabbed my arm and started to pull me up the stairs. I jerked my arm back.
"Unhand me now!" I yelled.
He shot me a look.
"I would if I could," He grunted.
I continued fighting him.
"Stop it! Let go of me!" I screeched, still struggling.
He exhaled and turned to face me.
"Look, Sarah, calm down. I'm with Ben Franklin. I'm not going to ravage you or anything. I'm just trying to get you off this boat, so, just follow me and stop struggling!" James snapped, getting right in my face.
"No!" I screamed, still fighting him.
He sighed, rolling his eyes. Then he kissed me, right out of nowhere. I pushed him off of me.
"What was that?" I snarled, wiping my mouth.
He rubbed his head.
"I was trying to calm you down," James barked.
I rolled my eyes.
"Well, it did not work, so do not repeat it, okay?" I retorted.
They do things very differently in the colonies. He sighs, grabbing my arm and dragging me up the rest of the stairs.
"Miss Phillips, I can't print my story from jail," James countered.
"Put me down! Put me down now!" I yelped, trying to fight him off.
He smiles sarcastically.
"I'd love to. But Dr. Franklin told us to take care of you," James argued sardonically.
I glared at him.
"You call forcibly dragging me off a ship taking care of me?" I said, in disbelief.
He nodded. I rolled my eyes. A man called to him and James dropped my hands. A soldier was coming at us! He grabbed for me, but James managed to trip him, and he grabbed my necklace as he fell. I needed no encouragement to run this time.
I snapped awake, wondering when I had become friends with James. That dream was sort of odd, compared to the others. Let me pray that I will not have another dream of the kind. I succumb to sleep.
When I awaken, sun streams through my window. Yes! No more dreams! I yawned, walking down to the galley to prepare breakfast for myself.
As I sat there eating, I thought. Six dreams in one night, plus the other one equaled seven. Seven dreams. I cannot just write this off. My mind is trying to tell me something. I have not figured out what that is.
Was Sybil right? I do not know. That scares me. I could try and say that all of this meant nothing, I really could. I would be saying that right now, but I had just broken up with my fiancé, because I realized I did not love him. It was the second of two awful decisions I have made in one voyage. I cannot trust my decision-making skills anymore.
So, if I just write it all off, as if it was all nothing, I could very easily be wrong. If I say that I possess no feelings for James, it could turn out that exactly the opposite is true. I know only two things for sure. One, that I am an American, and two, that I do not love James Raleigh.
Seven dreams, maybe that is a sign of something to come. Maybe it is not. I have no idea. That is what truly bothers me. I do not think I have feelings for him, but I am not sure. I never thought I would be friends with him, yet I am. I thought that I was a subject of the crown, but I am an American. I never thought I would become a writer, and yet, I am.
What really bothers me about the dreams (well, besides those disgusting ones) was that I kissed him in all of them. I seemed so at ease with him, something I cannot say is true. How can I be at ease around a boy whom I could have feelings for?
- Loren ;*
Wow. I'm speechless. But, if you say you're speechless, then aren't you still saying something? Hmmm. What strange things to puzzle over, right?
I have waaay too much free time sometimes. Time I could and probably should be using to do my math homework. Hmm.
Oh well.
I am scarily talkative today. Maybe it's because no one's talking to be and I'm alone with my thoughts, which is not a place anyone'd want to be. *shivers*
Okay, finished on my tirade/rant/lecture/sermony thing. I'd better get off the pulpit before I go power-hungry on you. And I'm sure that everyone's stopped reading this because it just goes on and on and on and on and on and on. I guess I'm just in a Lorelai mood right now 'cause I had a HUGE load of Pixy Sticks (gotta love that Willy Wonka) and a bunch of those really yummy Swoops things (seriously, they're five star "chips")...Man, I do not know when to shut up.
Shutting up now. Oh, review, by the way...
