"You're off to that bedraggled excuse of a museum? What in perdition might compel you to take the children on that wasted excursion?" Rolling her eyes at the expected dismissal of her plan to stop by what was once the Schooner Bay museum, Carolyn just sighed as she stepped into the closet to change. "You know," she called to the Captain behind the closed door as she whacked her elbow on the coat hook on the right, "ONE, you seriously should have made this closet MUCH bigger and TWO, you have no right to complain about the lack of a decent museum that is able to record the town's history. You and the rest of the people alive during Schooner Bay's heydays could have very well captured and curated the highlights of that amazing period. The fact you left it to others less suited . . ." she grinned as she stepped out, buttoning the last button on her suit, "less suited to the task, well, that's almost like you willingly left it to your heir to take on the job. At least that's how Claymore has explained it to everyone else in town."
Standing at attention by the binnacle, the Captain blustered, "MADAM, that inept insect is no more my heir than you are!" Stepping up to his side, she looked up quietly. "Yet if you had an heir, if it had been possible. If you could have had a family, like the one we have today. Surely you would have wanted them to know what Schooner Bay had been, had meant to this part of Maine, wouldn't you have?"
Transfixed, the Captain felt his ire melt away as he focused on her eyes, on the unspoken world they shared, the world where the two of them might have, wished it were possible and should have created together in the world of reality. "Touché M'dear," he said quietly, "very well, if you must, I give you my leave in this small way, to bring our reality to the world that might have been."
Resting her hand nearly onto his shoulder, she reached up and put the ghost of a kiss on his lips. "Perhaps one day we'll understand why it wasn't our fate Daniel, but for now, let's do what we can, all right?"
Leaning forward, and resting his forehead near hers, he merely nodded. "On your way then M'dear. I'll check in with you in a bit."
Taking up her purse, she turned and headed out the door and down the stairs. "Blast," she muttered aloud. "What in the world lead me here? A widow once in the real world and unable to even be a widow to the man I really want. Blast indeed!"