A/N- Another chap finally out, sorry about the wait, had tons of stuff to
do. *growls at stuff*. Anyway. As to the question about who Sarah will end
up with.... *gasps* I can't tell you, that would be giving it away, but let's
say for the record it's down to two people and I'm very fond of them both!
So what to expect now? No blood, no sex *damn* but characters get little
get cross and look *points to the horizon* a new face...ooh (?)
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Chapter sixteen - Like father, not like son.
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"I haven't been shopping like this since I was a little girl!" Sarah squeaked with excitement as memories flooded back to her of London streets and markets.
A slow, rich smile appeared on James' face and his eyes sparkled at her enthusiasm, watching her revel in the joy of having officially having her own things. He was also revelling in the fact he was walking with a very pretty young lady by his side. The town people noticed this, but it almost seemed James went out of his way to show off his new lady, especially nearer the port.
The pair had been shopping along with Betty, who untold to Sarah was officially James' new house maid as he felt he didn't want Sarah alone in the house. Betty had been given prior notice to the fact and had since resigned from her position as house nurse for the Brockhurst family.
The trio had merrily enjoyed the morning out, giving Sarah an opportunity to see more exquisite things and to learn more about the new way of life. They had bought home furnishings and Betty had rejoined them recently after going about to arrange supplies of fire wood, coal, gas for light and other domestic things such as food and to James' delight, brandy, port and wine.
The awkward moment of the morning to Sarah was when she and James passed a little jewellers, in a beautiful street. No one was about considering the street held many fine shops but the sun smiled down on the pair and luckily not into the window of the jewellers.
James' intention was to keep walking but Sarah suddenly noticed the beautiful display in the window and held her breath at the beauty of the jewellery.
"Oh James look!" She smiled, letting her excitement get the better of her. Sarah's value of money still wasn't fixed in her head and James smiled awkwardly at her as Sarah's eyes wandered over the beautiful pieces and never registered the prices.
"Something your lady friend likes Sir?" Asked the old shop keeper as he opened the door.
"No not really." James replied walking away from the shop.
Sarah noticed him take leave and smiled ineptly to the shop keeper. She caught up to James who didn't smile when he saw her.
A moment of silence occurred between the pair and Sarah offered a humble 'sorry?' in his direction, knowing not why she had offended him.
James paused in his step and looked at Sarah.
"You don't have to apologise. It's just, jewellery isn't on my mind at the moment and besides, I think I can find you something on my ship if want a gift." It was more of a statement than a question.
"No, it's alright, I was just looking anyway." Sarah smiled meekly. She paced a hand on James' arm while they were still and looked up to him.
"If there is anything wrong James or something like that, you would tell me wouldn't you?"
James looked at her for a moment. He didn't smile but he didn't look angry either.
"Sarah..." James started but then looked away for a brief moment.
Sarah watched expectantly and kept smiling. "Yes?"
"...I think we should find Betty, tell her to put something on in the kitchen and I will join you for lunch."
Sarah didn't smile and James noticed this.
"You don't want to stay with me before we eat?" Sarah asked sadly.
James registered this and sighed apologetically. "Business calls..." He sated. "...and I won't be that long and I promise I'll see you at lunch. We can even have it in the garden if you want?" James smirked knowing Sarah's love for outdoors.
This changed Sarah's mood and she smiled and leapt onto her tip toes to give James a grateful kiss.
James laughed and Sarah giggled after their chaste kiss, as a rich couple and their entourage walked down the street, gave them an odd look and quickly moved into a near by shop.
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Jack and Curly heaved up another ledge of dirt, coming to an open patch of earth. The young men had been travelling for a while, at a much slower pace than say Nibs would have travelled at, but were making ok time in their minds. Ravens town wasn't that far from where they thought they were and they trudged on through the jungle.
"You don't think Nibs was right do you?" Curly asked breaking the silence.
"'Bout what?" Jack replied looking at him with a frown.
"About me, err, dying, doing this?"
"Well, in honesty..."
Curly's face took a more animatedly shocked appearance and Jack couldn't help but laugh.
"No, Nibs is right that we could get killed but, hey, everyone's gotta go sometime right mate?" Jack asked slapping Curly's back for emphasise.
Curly grimaced before Jack let out another chuckle.
"I'm joking, but really, on a serious note, you do have a plan don't you? Where are we gonna go? To Sarah's place?"
Curly stopped dead in his tracks.
"I don't know where she lives?" He stated.
Jack smacked his forehead and groaned.
"You sure know your stuff don't you." He said sarcastically.
"No, it's all right, we'll find her, I know where she'll be." Curly smiled lightly.
Jack raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"I don't believe you for one second Curly, but I like your style. It makes it more of a challenge!"
"Oh here we go, Jack the crusader. I thought you'd given up the adventure thing a while ago?"
"Yeah I had." Jack replied starting to walk again. "But you know I can't help it if it's offered to me on a silver platter!" He grinned. "Just think, we could have Sarah home by bath time!"
"And when do you bathe?" Curly asked with a smirk.
"Never." Jack replied sheepishly but laughed at his own joke.
"My point is made." Curly stated triumphantly.
"Hey I was lying, I do bathe, sometimes, but don't worry Curly, we'll have her soon." Jack replied with a smile. "Ravens town isn't that big. Fist stop the Jolly Roger, I mean who else has a boat like the Captains?"
"You think she'll be on board?"
"It's worth a look isn't it?"
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Sarah had met up with Betty and left James near the port. The women had made their way to a horse and carriage and taken the remaining journey resting their feet. James had told Sarah to not only wait for him for lunch but wait for their new belongings for the home.
The carriage passed into a smaller side street that Sarah had not seen before. The sun gleamed on the stone buildings and Sarah noticed a beautiful light coloured building that had a steeple and a bell. A small smile lay on her lips as the carriage slowed down as passers by held up the road. In amidst the small crowd on the stone steps leading to the doors of the church, a couple waved at the crowd and beamed to each other, holding one another and being affectionate.
"Oh I love a good wedding." Betty cried as she squinted her eyes to the humble couple as they laughed and joked, the beginning of their festivities upon them.
"Wish I'd brought my specs, can't seen 'em too well! Bride looks like she has a simple dress on though doesn't she." Betty added.
Sarah nodded to her then turned back her attention.
Everything seemed to be so pure and serene in Sarah's eyes and what better day for a wedding in the bright sunshine? As the carriage was stopped, Sarah opened the passenger door and stepped out onto the road. Betty called a second later but Sarah ignored it. It melted her heart to see the scene before her as she hadn't been to a 'real' wedding before but she recognised it instantly. Of course there had been John and Tiger Lilly's but that was under the influence of the Indian laws and traditions.
Sarah turned her gaze to the bride. She looked quite young like herself, her tanned skin and brown hair left limply by her ears, a couple of flowers woven in to the hair. She wore a very simple white dress that didn't show anything to the imagination like, the dresses Sarah had often worn. No, it just gave the simple aurora of a new beginning, virginal and pure, even down to the white flowers in her hair and the white bouquet she held then tossed into the crowd, she looked very joyful.
"Sarah, come on, the way is clearing for us." Betty called, scanning the wedding and its guests.
Sarah registered Betty's voice but kept gazing at the scene. Everyone looked so happy and it looked so genuine. An old man walked up to the bride and gave her another kiss on the cheek, then walked to an old woman and held her affectionately. Sarah guessed that these people were the mother and father of the bride but their looks of pride on the happy couple issued a small stab of jealously for Sarah. If she was to ever get married she wouldn't have parents to give her away. Sarah's gaze turned to the groom. He was very handsome for someone who obviously didn't have much wealth but his smile dazzled the crowd and his new wife and he laughed heartily as his friends came to give him a very boyish hug.
The crowd had parted near to the steps and the bride and groom still stood there talking with people as the bells rang.
"Sarah, come on now."
Sarah got back into the carriage and it slowly moved on. She looked out of the window once more, the carriage coming closer to the steps and the couple. It was a shame in her opinion that the carriage had to interrupt the small service, a couple of 'tuts' and sneers headed in her direction at the transport, but the church was on a public road. On coming closer to the pair Sarah noticed how much the groom reminded her of James, in fact it looked like a spitting image. The young man had not so long dark curly hair, tied in a ribbon and his eyes were the most piercing blue, just like James'. Every feature on his face seemed to say 'James' and although he wasn't looking at Sarah, she caught his gaze and noticed that it travelled to Betty who in turn shifted her gaze and pulled Sarah to face another direction as the carriage moved on.
Sarah opened her mouth to say something to Betty but Betty hushed her and complained of a head ache, telling Sarah not to speak. Sarah felt obliged to be quiet after everything this woman had done for her and so sat quietly in her seat until they had arrived at the house. Betty paid the driver and Sarah moved to the front door, not taking in the beautiful scenery but looking intently at Betty.
"Did he know you?" Sarah asked.
"I better make a start on lunch."
"He looked just like James, did you notice that?"
"Sarah please I have a head ache..."
"James doesn't have children does he?"
"Sarah, please!!!" Betty shouted.
It was the first time Sarah had heard Betty shout and it just didn't sound right coming from such a kind person.
"No more of this silly conversation." Betty took a breath. "I have to start lunch."
Betty opened the front door to the house and walked inside. Sarah walked a few paces into the overrun garden and looked out over the view, noticing a very small steeple peering out of the town from where she stood.
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Nibs took a good look around at the camp. Nobody seemed to be about and the place looked worst for wear. There was no sign of Peter at least and after a thorough inspection it had seemed he had left a while ago. Nibs let slip a sigh of anger, actually believing he'd come face to face with Peter. When travelling to the camp he'd given his mind space to thing of what he was about to do and how he was to do it, had Peter been about. Obviously Peter would know he hadn't come on friendly terms due to the fact it was obvious that Nibs how branded the name in Peter's eyes of outcast and traitor. Nibs sat down on a near by bench that had been only half carved from the wide tree trunk. He took off his satchel and rubbed his shoulder where the strap had been digging in. What to do now was the question? Find Peter? Go to Slightly to see the lost tribe or head in the direction of Ravens town and magically bump into Sarah. Nibs cursed to himself and laughed at his last option.
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James finally arrived at the house, a little later than planned but Sarah refused to herself to say anything about it for the moment. He looked tired and worn, a completely different person from the morning.
"Are you sure you're alright James?"
The pair hadn't really talked as they, as promised, ate outside in the cool fresh air.
James took a sip of his wine and looked out over the view.
"It's beautiful isn't it? If we can get this garden sorted by summer everyone in Ravens town will want to come just to sit here and look at the view."
"James?"
"Ah yes and with our house it will be splendid. We'll have people stay over and..."
James was cut off buy Sarah who raised her voice and said his name. His temper was now a little less calm at her tone.
"What?" He snapped, possibly a little too harsh.
"You're just ignoring me, I'm asking if you're alright and you're just blanking me. I'm worried."
"I've told you there is nothing wrong." James moved closer to Sarah and took her hand kissing the back of it lightly.
"You have to understand this new way of life for you. People have other things to do. My piracy and well you'll have to become..."
Sarah waited on baited breath for the words he was about to say but they weren't the ones she'd expected and in a way she was glad.
"... My hostess."
"I know I haven't known you very long to judge but if there is anything?..." Sarah said timidly.
James stood up quickly and threw his glass down to the floor. The glass shattered in tiny pieces and glinted in the sunlight.
It made Sarah jump but she stood up as well.
"I've told you there is nothing wrong and yet you choose to disbelieve me Sarah!?" James said still with traces of anger in his voice.
"I'm sorry."
"You should be. I have more to worry about than you worrying about me all the time."
Sarah frowned at his comment and James noticed taking a quick leave towards the house.
"Do you have a son?" Sarah blurted out.
Betty had come out to collect the dishes and had heard the end part of their louder conversation. She gave a weary glance towards James then a glare towards Sarah.
"Well?" Sarah asked.
"Why would you need to know if I had a son?" James asked, shrugging casually. His gesture would have been harmless but it carried an air of mockery.
"No reason." Sarah said noticing Betty who stood nearer the door and nearer James.
"Well then. You don't need to know and I suggest that you watch your tongue in future Sarah. I'm very fond of you but I don't like too many questions."
James left the garden and headed into the house.
Betty let out her breath and came to collect the dishes.
Sarah stood motionless and folded her arms. This wasn't right, if you loved some one you'd share things with them, wouldn't you? Whether they are joys or burdens?
"I told you didn't I?" Betty said belittled.
"Why is he like this? Is he keeping things from me Betty? I want to know!" Sarah asked moving quickly to her.
"It's not my business to say, but don't you go on about this to him, you hear?"
"Betty please, tell me what's going on!? Did that man at the wedding know you?"
"Sarah. I've told you. The conversation is over." Betty said sternly.
Sarah watched as Betty took the first set of dishes her arms could handle into the house. Sarah felt suddenly alone. She doubted either one of James or Betty would want her company.
A figure emerged from the door.
"You're not leaving? You've barely been here!" Sarah said exasperated.
"I have a ship to command, do you want to argue about it?" James raised an eyebrow towards her, pausing. He them stalked off without so much as a kiss or a word.
"Will I see you later? James? James will I see you later?"
James was already a fair distance away but not so much as to not hear.
Sarah stomped her foot on the ground and picked up the hem of her dress storming inside.
The afternoon would have cheered her up. Parcels from shops and stalls came to the door delivering fine goods which would have made anyone smile. It was just a shame that Sarah wasn't around to see them.
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Two could play at this game. But the only option that came to Sarah's mind was sulking which she knew wouldn't go down well. She had headed on foot in the direction of her old room. Probably occupied now by new clients but still, it would be nice just to have a look. Her old things had been left behind in the frenzy of Peter's attack and her most favourite possession; James' old coat hopefully would still be there. On trying the door handle, it seemed locked and on knocking for attention, no one answered.
The snooty woman who lived next door poked her nose out and gave Sarah an odd look.
"Thought you'd left? Besides, new people now. Hope they're not as loud as you!" She said distastefully.
Sarah blushed at the comment but cast it aside.
"So there are new residents?"
"Just for the night. Property belongs to the Rat pub, didn't you know? You'll have to ask them."
"This room belongs to the Rat pub? I think you're mistaken I mean, it's? Isn't it too, good for the pub?"
"Ooh, life with the Captain making you snobby aye?"
"No." replied Sarah defensively.
"If you wanna know. That room personally belongs to the Rat pub, i.e. Mr Johnson, the landlord. You might have seen him?" She added sarcastically.
Sarah blushed again and decided to end the conversation with a quick 'thanks' then added 'bitch' as an after thought. She made her way down the stairs and towards the pub. Stepping outside, Sarah felt a chill run down her spine at the scene across the road where Peter attacked her. She quickly entered the pub only to find it had tripled in merriment from the last time she'd been in. Normally the clientele would have stared at her, being that she had an expensive dress on as it wasn't a sort of high society place. Instead people carried on with their drinking. A table was decked with the remains of a feast, not as lavish as what James had provided but still it had been eaten and that proved it must have been nice. A cosy warm glow swam around the large area and already roaring fires were in the fire places.
Sarah would have normally been able to catch the landlord's eye but the bar was completely packed. She made her way further into the pub, somehow recalling a couple of faces as she walked to the bar. She managed to squeeze in catching sight of Gloria but her attention was miles away and even if she had spotted Sarah, she doubted that Gloria would want to serve her. Sarah smiled at a man who let her in as he strode off merrily to a group who all cheered at him after he'd pinched Sarah's bottom. Sarah looked at the table who were laughing at her then straight back to the bar, her eyes darting around in scandal. More people at that moment seemed to crowd the area and Sarah gave a small yelp as someone stood on her foot.
"Sorry Miss." The man smiled apologetically and Sarah registered the man's face and couldn't believe her eyes.
"You." She said wide eyed.
"Me?" The man asked with a raised eyebrow that looked all too familiar if a little comical.
"The groom!" Sarah protested.
At the mention of 'groom' everyone who had heard amongst the loud noise cheered even louder making the groom blush.
"Do I know you?" The groom asked.
"No, it's just I saw your wedding this morning. I was the one in the carriage."
The young mans eyes narrowed.
"With the old woman?" He asked.
"Yes Betty, do you know her?"
"Err no, not personally but I know whom she is acquainted with."
Sarah noticed his hesitation in the sentence as if he were re thinking his words.
"She's my new house maid."
"Your part of the Brockhurst family? What are you doing in a place like this?"
"No. Betty left to be house maid for Captain James Hook."
The young man just starred at Sarah and then laughed to himself.
"I should have known, the dress, dead give away."
"What?"
"It is when it looks like that. He likes his own opinion on the dresses, have you not noticed?"
"I don't know who you're talking about?" Sarah frowned.
"I'm saying, that is if I'm right and I think I am..."
"Excuse me I think you're..." Sarah butted in but was cut off.
"Bit young aren't you?" The young man asked his comment was filled with spitefulness.
Sarah looked to the young man who stood a little taller than her, in fact taller than James.
"I got in an argument about you." Sarah prodded him in the chest for emphasis. "You wouldn't have known it would you. God it's really a small world when you think about it. Meeting you twice in one day and if I started my conversation again with James about yo..."
"James." The young man stated triumphantly.
"What have you got to be smug about...well actually, that's the wrong thing to say 'cus it's your wedding day and you're obviously very happy and proud, but the point is!..."
"I didn't think he'd go for young and crazy? Maybe young and refined, but not young and crazy?"
"Who are you talking about!?" Sarah asked, hands on her hips getting agitated.
"James Hook... my father."
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Chapter sixteen - Like father, not like son.
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"I haven't been shopping like this since I was a little girl!" Sarah squeaked with excitement as memories flooded back to her of London streets and markets.
A slow, rich smile appeared on James' face and his eyes sparkled at her enthusiasm, watching her revel in the joy of having officially having her own things. He was also revelling in the fact he was walking with a very pretty young lady by his side. The town people noticed this, but it almost seemed James went out of his way to show off his new lady, especially nearer the port.
The pair had been shopping along with Betty, who untold to Sarah was officially James' new house maid as he felt he didn't want Sarah alone in the house. Betty had been given prior notice to the fact and had since resigned from her position as house nurse for the Brockhurst family.
The trio had merrily enjoyed the morning out, giving Sarah an opportunity to see more exquisite things and to learn more about the new way of life. They had bought home furnishings and Betty had rejoined them recently after going about to arrange supplies of fire wood, coal, gas for light and other domestic things such as food and to James' delight, brandy, port and wine.
The awkward moment of the morning to Sarah was when she and James passed a little jewellers, in a beautiful street. No one was about considering the street held many fine shops but the sun smiled down on the pair and luckily not into the window of the jewellers.
James' intention was to keep walking but Sarah suddenly noticed the beautiful display in the window and held her breath at the beauty of the jewellery.
"Oh James look!" She smiled, letting her excitement get the better of her. Sarah's value of money still wasn't fixed in her head and James smiled awkwardly at her as Sarah's eyes wandered over the beautiful pieces and never registered the prices.
"Something your lady friend likes Sir?" Asked the old shop keeper as he opened the door.
"No not really." James replied walking away from the shop.
Sarah noticed him take leave and smiled ineptly to the shop keeper. She caught up to James who didn't smile when he saw her.
A moment of silence occurred between the pair and Sarah offered a humble 'sorry?' in his direction, knowing not why she had offended him.
James paused in his step and looked at Sarah.
"You don't have to apologise. It's just, jewellery isn't on my mind at the moment and besides, I think I can find you something on my ship if want a gift." It was more of a statement than a question.
"No, it's alright, I was just looking anyway." Sarah smiled meekly. She paced a hand on James' arm while they were still and looked up to him.
"If there is anything wrong James or something like that, you would tell me wouldn't you?"
James looked at her for a moment. He didn't smile but he didn't look angry either.
"Sarah..." James started but then looked away for a brief moment.
Sarah watched expectantly and kept smiling. "Yes?"
"...I think we should find Betty, tell her to put something on in the kitchen and I will join you for lunch."
Sarah didn't smile and James noticed this.
"You don't want to stay with me before we eat?" Sarah asked sadly.
James registered this and sighed apologetically. "Business calls..." He sated. "...and I won't be that long and I promise I'll see you at lunch. We can even have it in the garden if you want?" James smirked knowing Sarah's love for outdoors.
This changed Sarah's mood and she smiled and leapt onto her tip toes to give James a grateful kiss.
James laughed and Sarah giggled after their chaste kiss, as a rich couple and their entourage walked down the street, gave them an odd look and quickly moved into a near by shop.
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Jack and Curly heaved up another ledge of dirt, coming to an open patch of earth. The young men had been travelling for a while, at a much slower pace than say Nibs would have travelled at, but were making ok time in their minds. Ravens town wasn't that far from where they thought they were and they trudged on through the jungle.
"You don't think Nibs was right do you?" Curly asked breaking the silence.
"'Bout what?" Jack replied looking at him with a frown.
"About me, err, dying, doing this?"
"Well, in honesty..."
Curly's face took a more animatedly shocked appearance and Jack couldn't help but laugh.
"No, Nibs is right that we could get killed but, hey, everyone's gotta go sometime right mate?" Jack asked slapping Curly's back for emphasise.
Curly grimaced before Jack let out another chuckle.
"I'm joking, but really, on a serious note, you do have a plan don't you? Where are we gonna go? To Sarah's place?"
Curly stopped dead in his tracks.
"I don't know where she lives?" He stated.
Jack smacked his forehead and groaned.
"You sure know your stuff don't you." He said sarcastically.
"No, it's all right, we'll find her, I know where she'll be." Curly smiled lightly.
Jack raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"I don't believe you for one second Curly, but I like your style. It makes it more of a challenge!"
"Oh here we go, Jack the crusader. I thought you'd given up the adventure thing a while ago?"
"Yeah I had." Jack replied starting to walk again. "But you know I can't help it if it's offered to me on a silver platter!" He grinned. "Just think, we could have Sarah home by bath time!"
"And when do you bathe?" Curly asked with a smirk.
"Never." Jack replied sheepishly but laughed at his own joke.
"My point is made." Curly stated triumphantly.
"Hey I was lying, I do bathe, sometimes, but don't worry Curly, we'll have her soon." Jack replied with a smile. "Ravens town isn't that big. Fist stop the Jolly Roger, I mean who else has a boat like the Captains?"
"You think she'll be on board?"
"It's worth a look isn't it?"
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Sarah had met up with Betty and left James near the port. The women had made their way to a horse and carriage and taken the remaining journey resting their feet. James had told Sarah to not only wait for him for lunch but wait for their new belongings for the home.
The carriage passed into a smaller side street that Sarah had not seen before. The sun gleamed on the stone buildings and Sarah noticed a beautiful light coloured building that had a steeple and a bell. A small smile lay on her lips as the carriage slowed down as passers by held up the road. In amidst the small crowd on the stone steps leading to the doors of the church, a couple waved at the crowd and beamed to each other, holding one another and being affectionate.
"Oh I love a good wedding." Betty cried as she squinted her eyes to the humble couple as they laughed and joked, the beginning of their festivities upon them.
"Wish I'd brought my specs, can't seen 'em too well! Bride looks like she has a simple dress on though doesn't she." Betty added.
Sarah nodded to her then turned back her attention.
Everything seemed to be so pure and serene in Sarah's eyes and what better day for a wedding in the bright sunshine? As the carriage was stopped, Sarah opened the passenger door and stepped out onto the road. Betty called a second later but Sarah ignored it. It melted her heart to see the scene before her as she hadn't been to a 'real' wedding before but she recognised it instantly. Of course there had been John and Tiger Lilly's but that was under the influence of the Indian laws and traditions.
Sarah turned her gaze to the bride. She looked quite young like herself, her tanned skin and brown hair left limply by her ears, a couple of flowers woven in to the hair. She wore a very simple white dress that didn't show anything to the imagination like, the dresses Sarah had often worn. No, it just gave the simple aurora of a new beginning, virginal and pure, even down to the white flowers in her hair and the white bouquet she held then tossed into the crowd, she looked very joyful.
"Sarah, come on, the way is clearing for us." Betty called, scanning the wedding and its guests.
Sarah registered Betty's voice but kept gazing at the scene. Everyone looked so happy and it looked so genuine. An old man walked up to the bride and gave her another kiss on the cheek, then walked to an old woman and held her affectionately. Sarah guessed that these people were the mother and father of the bride but their looks of pride on the happy couple issued a small stab of jealously for Sarah. If she was to ever get married she wouldn't have parents to give her away. Sarah's gaze turned to the groom. He was very handsome for someone who obviously didn't have much wealth but his smile dazzled the crowd and his new wife and he laughed heartily as his friends came to give him a very boyish hug.
The crowd had parted near to the steps and the bride and groom still stood there talking with people as the bells rang.
"Sarah, come on now."
Sarah got back into the carriage and it slowly moved on. She looked out of the window once more, the carriage coming closer to the steps and the couple. It was a shame in her opinion that the carriage had to interrupt the small service, a couple of 'tuts' and sneers headed in her direction at the transport, but the church was on a public road. On coming closer to the pair Sarah noticed how much the groom reminded her of James, in fact it looked like a spitting image. The young man had not so long dark curly hair, tied in a ribbon and his eyes were the most piercing blue, just like James'. Every feature on his face seemed to say 'James' and although he wasn't looking at Sarah, she caught his gaze and noticed that it travelled to Betty who in turn shifted her gaze and pulled Sarah to face another direction as the carriage moved on.
Sarah opened her mouth to say something to Betty but Betty hushed her and complained of a head ache, telling Sarah not to speak. Sarah felt obliged to be quiet after everything this woman had done for her and so sat quietly in her seat until they had arrived at the house. Betty paid the driver and Sarah moved to the front door, not taking in the beautiful scenery but looking intently at Betty.
"Did he know you?" Sarah asked.
"I better make a start on lunch."
"He looked just like James, did you notice that?"
"Sarah please I have a head ache..."
"James doesn't have children does he?"
"Sarah, please!!!" Betty shouted.
It was the first time Sarah had heard Betty shout and it just didn't sound right coming from such a kind person.
"No more of this silly conversation." Betty took a breath. "I have to start lunch."
Betty opened the front door to the house and walked inside. Sarah walked a few paces into the overrun garden and looked out over the view, noticing a very small steeple peering out of the town from where she stood.
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Nibs took a good look around at the camp. Nobody seemed to be about and the place looked worst for wear. There was no sign of Peter at least and after a thorough inspection it had seemed he had left a while ago. Nibs let slip a sigh of anger, actually believing he'd come face to face with Peter. When travelling to the camp he'd given his mind space to thing of what he was about to do and how he was to do it, had Peter been about. Obviously Peter would know he hadn't come on friendly terms due to the fact it was obvious that Nibs how branded the name in Peter's eyes of outcast and traitor. Nibs sat down on a near by bench that had been only half carved from the wide tree trunk. He took off his satchel and rubbed his shoulder where the strap had been digging in. What to do now was the question? Find Peter? Go to Slightly to see the lost tribe or head in the direction of Ravens town and magically bump into Sarah. Nibs cursed to himself and laughed at his last option.
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James finally arrived at the house, a little later than planned but Sarah refused to herself to say anything about it for the moment. He looked tired and worn, a completely different person from the morning.
"Are you sure you're alright James?"
The pair hadn't really talked as they, as promised, ate outside in the cool fresh air.
James took a sip of his wine and looked out over the view.
"It's beautiful isn't it? If we can get this garden sorted by summer everyone in Ravens town will want to come just to sit here and look at the view."
"James?"
"Ah yes and with our house it will be splendid. We'll have people stay over and..."
James was cut off buy Sarah who raised her voice and said his name. His temper was now a little less calm at her tone.
"What?" He snapped, possibly a little too harsh.
"You're just ignoring me, I'm asking if you're alright and you're just blanking me. I'm worried."
"I've told you there is nothing wrong." James moved closer to Sarah and took her hand kissing the back of it lightly.
"You have to understand this new way of life for you. People have other things to do. My piracy and well you'll have to become..."
Sarah waited on baited breath for the words he was about to say but they weren't the ones she'd expected and in a way she was glad.
"... My hostess."
"I know I haven't known you very long to judge but if there is anything?..." Sarah said timidly.
James stood up quickly and threw his glass down to the floor. The glass shattered in tiny pieces and glinted in the sunlight.
It made Sarah jump but she stood up as well.
"I've told you there is nothing wrong and yet you choose to disbelieve me Sarah!?" James said still with traces of anger in his voice.
"I'm sorry."
"You should be. I have more to worry about than you worrying about me all the time."
Sarah frowned at his comment and James noticed taking a quick leave towards the house.
"Do you have a son?" Sarah blurted out.
Betty had come out to collect the dishes and had heard the end part of their louder conversation. She gave a weary glance towards James then a glare towards Sarah.
"Well?" Sarah asked.
"Why would you need to know if I had a son?" James asked, shrugging casually. His gesture would have been harmless but it carried an air of mockery.
"No reason." Sarah said noticing Betty who stood nearer the door and nearer James.
"Well then. You don't need to know and I suggest that you watch your tongue in future Sarah. I'm very fond of you but I don't like too many questions."
James left the garden and headed into the house.
Betty let out her breath and came to collect the dishes.
Sarah stood motionless and folded her arms. This wasn't right, if you loved some one you'd share things with them, wouldn't you? Whether they are joys or burdens?
"I told you didn't I?" Betty said belittled.
"Why is he like this? Is he keeping things from me Betty? I want to know!" Sarah asked moving quickly to her.
"It's not my business to say, but don't you go on about this to him, you hear?"
"Betty please, tell me what's going on!? Did that man at the wedding know you?"
"Sarah. I've told you. The conversation is over." Betty said sternly.
Sarah watched as Betty took the first set of dishes her arms could handle into the house. Sarah felt suddenly alone. She doubted either one of James or Betty would want her company.
A figure emerged from the door.
"You're not leaving? You've barely been here!" Sarah said exasperated.
"I have a ship to command, do you want to argue about it?" James raised an eyebrow towards her, pausing. He them stalked off without so much as a kiss or a word.
"Will I see you later? James? James will I see you later?"
James was already a fair distance away but not so much as to not hear.
Sarah stomped her foot on the ground and picked up the hem of her dress storming inside.
The afternoon would have cheered her up. Parcels from shops and stalls came to the door delivering fine goods which would have made anyone smile. It was just a shame that Sarah wasn't around to see them.
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Two could play at this game. But the only option that came to Sarah's mind was sulking which she knew wouldn't go down well. She had headed on foot in the direction of her old room. Probably occupied now by new clients but still, it would be nice just to have a look. Her old things had been left behind in the frenzy of Peter's attack and her most favourite possession; James' old coat hopefully would still be there. On trying the door handle, it seemed locked and on knocking for attention, no one answered.
The snooty woman who lived next door poked her nose out and gave Sarah an odd look.
"Thought you'd left? Besides, new people now. Hope they're not as loud as you!" She said distastefully.
Sarah blushed at the comment but cast it aside.
"So there are new residents?"
"Just for the night. Property belongs to the Rat pub, didn't you know? You'll have to ask them."
"This room belongs to the Rat pub? I think you're mistaken I mean, it's? Isn't it too, good for the pub?"
"Ooh, life with the Captain making you snobby aye?"
"No." replied Sarah defensively.
"If you wanna know. That room personally belongs to the Rat pub, i.e. Mr Johnson, the landlord. You might have seen him?" She added sarcastically.
Sarah blushed again and decided to end the conversation with a quick 'thanks' then added 'bitch' as an after thought. She made her way down the stairs and towards the pub. Stepping outside, Sarah felt a chill run down her spine at the scene across the road where Peter attacked her. She quickly entered the pub only to find it had tripled in merriment from the last time she'd been in. Normally the clientele would have stared at her, being that she had an expensive dress on as it wasn't a sort of high society place. Instead people carried on with their drinking. A table was decked with the remains of a feast, not as lavish as what James had provided but still it had been eaten and that proved it must have been nice. A cosy warm glow swam around the large area and already roaring fires were in the fire places.
Sarah would have normally been able to catch the landlord's eye but the bar was completely packed. She made her way further into the pub, somehow recalling a couple of faces as she walked to the bar. She managed to squeeze in catching sight of Gloria but her attention was miles away and even if she had spotted Sarah, she doubted that Gloria would want to serve her. Sarah smiled at a man who let her in as he strode off merrily to a group who all cheered at him after he'd pinched Sarah's bottom. Sarah looked at the table who were laughing at her then straight back to the bar, her eyes darting around in scandal. More people at that moment seemed to crowd the area and Sarah gave a small yelp as someone stood on her foot.
"Sorry Miss." The man smiled apologetically and Sarah registered the man's face and couldn't believe her eyes.
"You." She said wide eyed.
"Me?" The man asked with a raised eyebrow that looked all too familiar if a little comical.
"The groom!" Sarah protested.
At the mention of 'groom' everyone who had heard amongst the loud noise cheered even louder making the groom blush.
"Do I know you?" The groom asked.
"No, it's just I saw your wedding this morning. I was the one in the carriage."
The young mans eyes narrowed.
"With the old woman?" He asked.
"Yes Betty, do you know her?"
"Err no, not personally but I know whom she is acquainted with."
Sarah noticed his hesitation in the sentence as if he were re thinking his words.
"She's my new house maid."
"Your part of the Brockhurst family? What are you doing in a place like this?"
"No. Betty left to be house maid for Captain James Hook."
The young man just starred at Sarah and then laughed to himself.
"I should have known, the dress, dead give away."
"What?"
"It is when it looks like that. He likes his own opinion on the dresses, have you not noticed?"
"I don't know who you're talking about?" Sarah frowned.
"I'm saying, that is if I'm right and I think I am..."
"Excuse me I think you're..." Sarah butted in but was cut off.
"Bit young aren't you?" The young man asked his comment was filled with spitefulness.
Sarah looked to the young man who stood a little taller than her, in fact taller than James.
"I got in an argument about you." Sarah prodded him in the chest for emphasis. "You wouldn't have known it would you. God it's really a small world when you think about it. Meeting you twice in one day and if I started my conversation again with James about yo..."
"James." The young man stated triumphantly.
"What have you got to be smug about...well actually, that's the wrong thing to say 'cus it's your wedding day and you're obviously very happy and proud, but the point is!..."
"I didn't think he'd go for young and crazy? Maybe young and refined, but not young and crazy?"
"Who are you talking about!?" Sarah asked, hands on her hips getting agitated.
"James Hook... my father."