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He ran out of the room and down to the bar.

"Another bottle sir," he said to the barkeep.

He got one, paid for it and went slowly back upstairs. Once back inside, he gulped the rum and sighed.

"What was that," Elizabeth asked.

"Nothing, continue love."

Will and Elizabeth looked uncertainly at each other before she began again.

Weeks went by and one afternoon, Emma told Weatherby to meet him at the garden again that night. He gently kissed her hand before Weatherby's father came into the room. Both stood straighter and Weatherby pushed his arms through the air as though telling her to leave him and she did. As she left, she heard the Governor telling his son that they needed to talk.

Once out of the way, Emma actually began to fantasize about a life with the man she loved.

"Something wrong child," one of the other maids asked.

"Oh nothing," she said dreamily before going into the maids bedroom.

From those thoughts, they made their way to another man who had been in her life not to long ago. Anytime she saw any ship making its way to their docks, she had to ask the sailors if they knew anything about a Jack Sparrow or a Bill Turner. So far there hadn't been any such luck. Suddenly, Emma heard shouting voices. She opened the door and went out into the hallway. All of the house staff came from their perspective places to hear what was going on.

"But father, I love her and I will not allow you to send her away."

"This is my house, and you are the son of the Governor. Now go to your room and I do not want to see you again till dinner tonight!"

The parlor door opened and the two angry men came out. The Governor pushed his son towards the stairs but not before giving Emma a distrustful look that she didn't like at all.

As everyone began to scatter, Emma just had to go up and see if he was alright. As if this was the most obvious thing she would do, the Governor was standing by his son's door.

"Good evening Miss. Smith," he said with utter contempt.

"Umm, good day sir. Is there anything I can get for you? Some warm milk or a brandy before your afternoon nap."

"No, I don't think so." He walked away from her but turned in the last second to look her right in the eyes. "I know you don't want him Miss. Smith. You're only playing with him so that perhaps one day you'll get something from him. If you do not stop messing with his mind."

"Excuse me sir but I have done no such thing."

The man came over and grabbed her arm and held it in a vice like grip. "Do Not Lie! Just know this, one day he'll meet a nice well bred girl and marry her and he'll forget all about you. The only reason why I'm keeping you here is because on that day three years ago the Lieutenant told me you had neither family nor anywhere to go. Now, if you think that living here might affect your work, then the door is right downstairs. I'm sure there are other places that might accept you."

He let go of her and left to go outside.

"That lousy son of a bitch!"

"Quiet Jack!"

Emma spent most of the day either cleaning or crying outside. No one bothered her and if they told her anything, she just ignored them or did it without speaking. The Governor couldn't be right. Yet... Emma didn't know what to think anymore. When she was sure no one was looking, she made her way over to the docks and asked around about her brothers again.

"You say Jack Sparrow missy," one of them said.

"Yes, him and Bill Turner."

"Well, I don't know anything about a Bill Turner but a man by the name of Jack Sparrow recently became captain of a ship by the name of the Black Pearl."

"The Black Pearl," Emma repeated in wonder.

She thanked the man by giving him a few shillings and went back to the house only to run into Weatherby.

"Emma, where were you? I've been looking everywhere."

Emma looked at him and her mouth opened and closed. His father's words kept coming to her head and stopped her from making any sort of rational response. Weatherby reached a hand up and touched her face. Tears filled Emma's eyes and without any sort of preamble she told him everything. When she finished, Weatherby went and sat down on a chair to think. Emma didn't say anything for fear of the chance he might lose his thought.

"Emma, I'm very sorry from the bottom of my heart that my father said those things to you. He is old and doesn't understand that I love you. All of the well bred women of the world cannot even begin to compare to you. So, it is with a very heavy heart that I must do this."

He stood up and went over to her.

"I want you to meet me in the garden tonight. Bring everything you want to keep with you. We're going to England."

"England?"

"Yes, we'll buy passage onto a ship and then we'll begin our new life together." Weatherby seemed to be getting excited.

"Are you sure it's wise," Emma asked.

"Of course. Tonight we'll meet in the garden love."

He kissed her cheek before running into his room and shutting the door.

Late that night, Emma packed a bag and quietly left the house. By the time the moon rose, she was sitting quietly waiting. Suddenly there was a rustle in the bushes and out popped Weatherby's head.

"What took you so long? I thought you'd gotten caught."

"Never fear love, I'm never going to leave you."

"So, how exactly are we going to get out of here and all the way to England genius?"

"Well, while you were cleaning the house and so forth, I went to speak to the local sailors. They told me they're more than willing to bring us with them on their way to London. You do have everything you need with you right?"

"Yes, are we ever going to come back?"

"Someday love, someday."

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