My eyes were opened forcefully. My head pounded in its cradle. I felt as though I'm floating on air, I could hardly breathe.
Alexander Hamilton was no longer mine.
Should I have been fearful, or angry? Disappointed or depressed? I didn't know. I didn't care.
All I knew is that I did not wish to see Elizabeth Schuyler ever again. After the wedding I would have writnte Alexander letters like old times; I will tell him how he filled my heart, but he would be busy with other things during his honeymoon…
I didn't want to think such things! He was gentle with the dark haired girl. He kissed her forehead, taking her hand gently to places they have never been. She was an American captain, finding her way towards Tripoli. But I… I was a Barbarian pirate, and I knew the territory better than she did. Alexander's body was the map, and I was familiar with his shorelines, his coasts, his islands and seas.
She knew nothing of him.
But truly, did I know anything of him, either?