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Chapter two
No Comfort
Elizabeth sat up, having awoken with a start...
Her honey coloured curls were held back in a loose braid, that now started to loosen more , random strands of her hair clung to sweaty breasts...Her hand flew to her face, and brushed her curls out of her face , and rubbed her aching forehead...
The candle on the dark mahogany night table at the side of her bed , burning on , its light flickering, the shadows growing and fading , in a never ending battle with the light. The fire had long died out in the fire place, the embers in the bed warmer at the end of the bed had long cooled down into nothing but black coals...The window was open, and the warm Caribbean breeze flittered the dark grey cotton curtains...The air was scented with the scents of many sweet tropical flowers, yet it did not comfort her, not after the dream that she had...
It was still late , and the sun had yet to rise, the outside world was dark, a night without the stars and moon...
Quietly Elizabeth got up from her bed and moved to the fire place, taking a poker that the maid had left , she coaxed the flames, and the fire lived again. She sighed softly and stared into the dancing flames for who knows how long...the dream had really bothered her, and she could not think straight..It kept playing out again and again in her mind
Finally she could take it no more, and she moved to the window ... looking out at Port Royale. One , lone light flickered in the endless blackness...and just as she realized that it was her beloved Will Turner, working late in his shope , the candle went out...no comfort of Elizabeth...for Will Turner had gone to bed for the rest of night...and she was severely tempted to run out of the house and down to the Blacksmith's shope and just bask in his loving, comforting, glow...but it wouldn't be fair to him, he had been up at work all day , and had only now to rest...
The only comfort for her was the thought of how much he loved herbut after that dream she was none to certain of even that...
I was born to be with you
And I swear I will be true,
For I love you more
Than you could ever
Know
Nothing could tear
Me from your side
Not even the dark
Embrace of death
Elizabeth sobbed as the memory of Will singing her to sleep one night in a carriage back from dinner, came flooding back, and though it should of been a comfort, it only brought her more pain...
She stood there for hours...just thinking of everything that had happened in the last year, for now the year was 1721, and it had been one year since Will had professed his love for her...but perhaps it now dwindled ? How could she be sure that he still loved her?
Now, as the sun was rising , she looked out again , and saw that same candle flicker back to life again...Will was just getting up for another day's hard work...