2. The Lady of the Lake
"Time does not exist for the Lady of the Lake." Taminga continued, staring down at Elaine's face. Taminga then proceed to pull an opaque cloth over her, making the boat dark.
Elaine began to feel myself breath again and she couldn't imagine herself ever being dead. I had been perfectly conscious when everyone was around me. She thought, trying to move her arm. She wanted to examine the cuts across her wrists, but she was immobile.
How could this have happened to me? Elaine asked, looking into the darkness, feeling the hard, stiff boat beneath her.
She wanted to get out, find David and tell him that she was alright. That, all in all, he hadn't done anything wrong and they could still find away off of Cromwell's boat and escape to their island.
She began to cry, knowing that it wasn't possible. She couldn't move and her beloved had been damned to the sea for all eternity only to rise every ten years.
David, when would she see his sweet, loving face again?
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Elaine was still awake and could feel the rocking of the boat. Sometime during the night it had been set to see, heading toward uncharted waters. She didn't even want to think of what forsaken island she might be sailing to.
She wanted to jump out, to swim and find land. To never see anyone from her past ever again, except for David. She began to cry, and her hands began to tingle as she tried to move them to wipe away her tears.
Tears began to fall constantly down her cheeks and she could feel the sun on the cloth, making her little boat to warm to bare.
She grew angry and knew that if she didn't not throw the cloth off of the boat soon, she would die from the heat. She struggled, coaxing her mind to let her move.
She could feel her arm slowly raise and she used her will power to help her on. She screamed to herself inside her head telling herself that she would never see David again if she didn't do something. She screamed aloud and wrenched back the cloth, sitting up and peering at the beautiful sea blue sky.
Before her loomed a land, far and distant but beautiful beyond all compare. It was England.
She was back at the dismal place from whence she came and she was angry. Angry with herself for crying out when she had cut her wrists. Angry at herself for not having escaped sooner. Angry at herself for not coaxing herself enough to climb out of the boat and throwing Taminga and Lord Cromwell over board.
She looked at the horizon of the cage in which she was sailing to. Her family would not be happy to hear the she had disgraced them and run away with a low rank naval officer. They would put her into seclusion, only letting her leave the house when it was Sunday. She would grow to be an old maid, longing for David.
The boat seemed to guide itself straight past England and into foggy waters. She could no longer see and she soon felt blind to all light. Where am I? She thought, trying to persuade her mind not to panic.
"Elaine" A mystical voice called to her and the boat bumped against a shoreline. She stepped out, the fog engulfing her. She felt as if she were floating.
Elaine was whisked away to a water unknown to her and she felt herself mold to it. As if she were becoming a part of it. She could not see anymore and everything was dark, her mind began to panic.
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David looked out at the sunset, hoping that he could catch up with the naval ship before it reached its final destination and Elaine was buried beneath the earth. If he was now the sea, that also meant he had powers of the sea.
It had been explained to him thoroughly. He could recruit whomever he wanted, but they had to be dead. Other than that, he was powerful. He was the sea and he ruled it, no one could escape his grasp. He looked at the beautiful sun melting into the water.
He was angry. He wanted Elaine back, and he wanted to kill Cromwell. He was also angry at himself. He knew that in some way he had been apart of her death. But, he was now Davy Jones – maybe anything was possible.
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Elaine's darkness became a great light all at once. She pulled her hand over her eyes and found that she was wearing a different garment than the one she had sailed in. It was silver, beautiful and almost timeless. She couldn't think how it had gotten on her though.
The sun was setting directly into her eyes and as her hand covered them, it began to glow. She brought it away as soon the sun was low enough to not blind her and she saw that it was not her imagination. Her skin was luminescent and beautiful, no flaws about it. She seemed to be immortal.
