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Chapter 33: A Short Chapter
For a few days after that Camille couldn't find it in herself to be sad. She and Annie were busy planning Dorian's funeral and making all of the arrangements. Will and Ana Maria helped as much as they could, but it was mostly up to Camille to arrange everything.
It was the night before the funeral, and Camille sat up in bed. She didn't want to read, but she was wide awake. She longed to talk to someone, and half hoped for the legendary pirate to climb into her window again. It was three in the morning, and she was still pacing about, being restless. She could feel the death of her father welling up inside her, and all of the emptiness and gloom was just about to let itself out. But Ana Maria already knew all of it. And poor Annie, she was simply exhausted during this process. And Will was out of the question, losing Elizabeth not more than a few months ago. He certainly couldn't be troubled with this.
So who did that leave? Why, Jack, of course! But then she stopped. She already acted foolish enough around him as it was. He loathed her father, though he was careful not to say anything negative about Dorian in her presence. How could she have the nerve to go and cry to Jack about her father, after all of the trouble he'd put Jack through? After all, Dorian was the reason Jack was sitting (or sleeping with a woman) in an inn right now and not living cozily in the mansion with the rest of them.
She sighed, remembering her father's words. "That man loves you, my dear. He genuinely, sincerely loves you."
She grabbed her rogue outfit and changed into it quickly, turning down all of the lamps and blowing out the candles. She carefully exited her balcony, shutting the windows behind her before climbing down to the ground. It was raining lightly out, but by the time she got into town it was pouring.
She had never felt so scared in her life, walking these streets of her home. She was armed with her sword, her pistol, and a knife she kept concealed on her leg, and she looked warily down all the alleys. She only ran into a couple of men, and they eyed her dangerously. But she just narrowed her eyes back at them, making like she was going to grab for her sword at any moment.
By the time she got to the inn, she was drenched and shivering. And it reflected her mood very much. She felt so lonely and lost, she began to cry softly. Making her way inside, she passed the main room quietly. No one was in it, and she passed the tavern which was emptying out.
Trying to wipe the tears and rain from her face, she stood outside the door which she knew to be Jack's room. She bit her lip, trying to keep from sobbing out loud. What if he was with someone? What if he was just asleep? She turned around. What a stupid idea. Of course he would be angry at her for waking him up in the middle of the night to talk about a man he hated.
She couldn't take it anymore. She turned back around and stood right in front of his door. She wanted to listen, but that would be like spying, and didn't feel right. So she knocked three times, being barely audible. She sniffled some more as she wiped away more tears, and crossed her arms over her chest as she tried to maintain some of her body heat.