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Band of highly Intellectual Pirates

Chapter 5: Decisions

There by the davit Abraham stood with his back adjusted comfortably against the pole which held the ship's one and only lifeboat. It was an uneventful day on the Explorer. There was no bickering, no capturing of commodores and certainly no kissing. Yet, even with the serenity of life on the high seas, Abraham Sparrow could find no peace in the secluded areas of the ocean... even when he was so alone.

Abraham sighed inwardly as he opened his journal to a fresh page. He found it most painful to record down his feelings for past occurrences as none of them were of any delight to him. Nevertheless, he continued to write as it was a habit he found he could not break.

As the man filled the page with many descriptions of the happenings around him, he would look up from time to time and gazed across the deck in a subconscious hope that he may find a certain lady whom he had managed to avoid for the past few days. Elizabeth, he wrote, is such a fool.

Does she actually believe I have feelings for her?

Writing again, Bram?" Liam asked, peering over the other man's shoulder.

How can she believe such a thing if I do not know of this matter myself?

"I was." He answered, looked up and shielded the book with his hand. "Do you want something?"

"I was just thinking." Liam said,"What do you plan on doing after New York?"

"What makes you think there's anything after New York?" Abraham said, giving his friend half a smile, almost sad in the way he hung his head with his eyes in the shadows. He knew more of where his journey would lead him, more than what Liam could expect or even comprehend.

"So you're settling down?" Liam asked, raising an eyebrow.

Maybe it is I who should be called foolish.

"I don't know yet. It has crossed my mind. I do not wish to grow old with the heavy feeling of the sun on my back and my skin growing weary and loose." The younger man answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

"You were supposed to you know," Liam said.

"Supposed to what?"

"Settle down. Be normal."

Paths change all the time, though I wish mine hadn't. I wish to tread upon the one I had tried to make for myself once more. And once more I wish to see her face.

"I cannot change that which God is in control of." Abraham replied simply.

"I take my hat off to you, lad. Even now you still have faith. If it were me, I would have given it up a long time ago."

"I am just thankful that God made Christianne so I could meet her and love her. He didn't have to do something so beautiful for me. I am not worthy of such a gift."

Liam took a step and stood in front of his friend. He then folded his arms and said in a more serious tone.

"I never thought of it that way. But now that you're on the subject of God making people for other people, you should spend more time on land with a certain little girl who waits at the porch of your home everyday for you."

"Amy?"

"Aye. Your daughter, in case you forgot, is home with your mother who is probably teaching her all sorts of moral values and she is going to grow up into one of those fine young ladies who speak only when spoken to. And if she grows up to look like her mother, there will be a long line of gentlemen who are just like that annoying commodore knocking on your door to ask for her hand." Liam said with a smirk.

"That is such a disgusting thought, how could you say something like that?" Abraham protested, looking slightly terrified.

"Exactly! I say teach her to have a mind of her own. She will be a male repellant. Especially to chauvinist fellows like yourself." Liam pointed out excitedly.

"I am a chauvinist, aren't I?" Abraham said in an amused tone.

"You are as chauvinist as you are old fashioned. I know you try not to be but you've spent far too much time with your mother who taught you to be the way you are. I'm quite positive that if it weren't for me you'd probably think everything that woman said was true."

"You could say the word 'woman' in a more dignified manner."

"I'm just saying it the way you did when I first met you." Liam argued, trying to justify himself.

"It's a wonder how time flies so fast." Abraham sighed, rubbing his chin.

"Yes, it does." Liam said looking back at Bram. He was certainly hinting something by the way he spoke. His prodding was inescapable.

"What are you suggesting?" He asked.

"Go home, Abraham. It is my hope as your friend for you to be happy again."

"I am happy." Bram snapped quickly in his own defense but Liam added soon after.

"As it should also be your hope that your daughter be glad."

The older man gave him a pat on the shoulder as he was about to leave. He shook his head because he knew so much of his friend's sorrow and yet he could not do anything about it.

"Anyway, I'd best go check the halyard lest the winds grow stronger."

It was not long before the sky had dark curtains drawn over them and once again, just like every other night Abraham retreated to the empty corners of the ship and let the shadows embrace him. Then a song played in his mind, the song of his late love.

Was it thee I heard crying in the late of night?

Was it thee who kissed liquid from the sky like the tears of my eyes?

Was it thee who called out to me because thee loves?

And if anyone could see in the great darkness, they would have seen a man broken on his knees. They would have heard a man weeping, crying out in the deepest pain.

"Aye, 'twas I!"

Or maybe it is I who should be called foolish…

…for I dare not to choose to love.

END OF CHAPTER 5
Plasmolysed cell membrane: Hi all, sorry for the even longer wait but I just moved to Melbourne and am still settling in. But I hope you like this chapter!