Thank you Poetry in Motion for voicing my thoughts exactly. Sadly, Jacky doesn't get the opportunity to go to the wedding, but there may be some good ol' fashioned aristocrat-shocking later on in the story! Heehee . . . mischief.
Oh yes, and Sebastien is a French spelling, so don't say it should be Sebastian.
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Chapter Three - Sebastien Moreau
"Sebastien!"
"Oui, ma belle fleur?"
"I have work to do!" A blushing maid pulled away from a well-muscled man, who had been flirting ceaselessly with her for a good ten minutes now. Apparently, his charms had been working, because the curvaceous girl seemed very reluctant to go back to her duties.
"My jewel, you are far too beautiful for such servitude." He kissed her hand chivalrously. The maid flushed an even deeper rose color.
"I do like it when you talk like that, Sebastien," she sighed, running her fingers through his hair.
"Je sais, mon amour." He smiled widely as he gave her an indecorous squeeze, one arm around her waist, the other on its way to somewhere indecent. A coarse voice barked orders from above decks, much to the exasperation of Sebastien and his current interest. He cursed angrily, and started toward the narrow wooden stairs leading to the deck.
"Don't leave, Sebastien!" squeaked the maid, grabbing at his arm.
"I will return for you, my dear." He shot her a winning smile, and continued up.
"Sail ho!"
There had been no sign of any other ships since leaving Port Royal, but the sails now rapidly moving above the horizon were unmistakable. Captain Wright of the king's navy brought out a brass spyglass and examined the approaching ship carefully. Will and Elizabeth stood next to him on the deck, trying to make out what the speck was.
"It appears to be flying under British colors, but it is a most unusual color for a merchant vessel." He handed the spyglass to Will, who peered into it intently. What he saw came as a surprise, although he couldn't be certain whether it was a good one or not. The captain strode to the other side of the ship, shouting orders to the men.
"Will?" Elizabeth took in his shocked expression, and concern built up in the pit of her stomach. "What's wrong?"
He removed the spyglass from his eye slowly, trying to digest what he'd seen.
"It's the Pearl."
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Author's Note: Dreadfully sorry for such a short chapter. If you've got a problem with it, may I suggest that you email me at Ireallycouldn'tcareless@goaway.com. Anyway, now that I've been rude to all of you, I express my deepest apologies and still want you to read and review. Please? Pretty please?
