A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated for so long. I do hope that some of you are still reading this story. Thanks of course for every review and advice. I've noticed that most people are only reading Jack-and-Rose-survive-and-have-a-family-stories, in all kinds of variations. Though I do like those stories too, I wish people would review more other, different, ones as well.

You may be surprised, if you take some time to read them.

It may take a while until the next chapter is on, as I do have so many other things to do at the moment (I guess that I'm not the only one, who sometimes needs a day to be longer than 24 hours). Sorry I didn't tell you this to be pitied :-)

Boston was founded in the middle of the 17th century and influenced in its first years by the Puritans. Only a few years after the first settlement a grammar-school was founded.

"Most importantly of course was the Boston Tea Party, making our town famous to the other America," Roger told everyone making a wide sign with his hand.

Ella only nodded, trying to sound interested.

She looked around the city she was going to live in now and at least found that she could've done wortse. They had gone to the harbour first; waiting for the ships to leave and in between Ella had counted the doves above in the sky wishing that she could be one of them.

If only she would be able to just fly away.

Her aunt was always with them, acting as a chaperone and not even Mr. Dawson was really a help in this. It almost seemed to Ella that he would rather be alone than be constantly dragged along with them. And frankly she couldn't be mad with him.

The Boston Tea Party of 1773, the beginning of the revolution, was still present in her mind, though she's hadn't even been born then. Of course every child learnt about it.

Most houses were built in the style of the 19th century with a white painting and each one was very familiar to the other.

Ella was walking side by side with Roger, while they continued their tour around the city. They had seen the State House before, where the Governor of Massachusetts used to work. Not that Ella was much interested in politics, but Roger seemed to like talking about it. And she wouldn't be a very good betrothed to him, if she would share his interests.

"Can you imagine, my love, that only a mere century ago this city was basically a few houses…well of course some more than that…but…"

Roger liked to hear his own voice it seemed, but he wasn't a very gifted storyteller.

"I understand," Ella simply nodded, squeezing his hand slightly, hoping that this would stop his rush of words.

Jack, silently walking behind them, occasionally remembered the museums Roger, Mr. Lindsay, had promised to take them to. Maybe something unexceptional could be seen there? At least it would be better than hearing any more stories of this jerk, about his great family and his even more gracious self.

Jack thought about Paris, how he had longed to visit the Louvre. Sadly no way with no money and jobs inside were only given to people, who were – as someone working there had told him – trustworthy. Surely people without any money weren't.

"We might never be free, if the inhabitants of Boston hadn't fought as they…," he was beginning to speak about the revolution again.

This time it was Lettice, who stopped him.

"Mr. Lindsay, I don't want to be impolite, but I think that there're more suitable subjects to discuss with your young fiancée," she told him clearly stating that she had enough.

Roger forced a smile. Normally he didn't give much about the talking's of women, but Lettice had some special…aura around her that made him respect her.

"Fine," he stated turning to Ella. "What would by beautiful fiancée want to do next?" he asked.

Ella felt everyone's eyes on her, something that didn't make her very comfortable. She wasn't used to being asked anything beyond making a chose between two dresses. This question was a huge decision for her and a major problem.

Actually she wanted to visit the harbour again. There she would go on a ship and sail to…the Caribe maybe or Europe…the Antilles…at least someplace warm and she would marry a poor, but strong officer and they would…

Her eyes seemingly trailed off once more.

"Ella, what are you doing, are you dreaming again?"

No, time for that…

Her aunts sharp voice brought her back to reality.

"Your fiancé asked you something. Don't you want to answer him?"

Ella forced a smile giving Roger an unexpected kiss on his cheek. Indeed it was more than a surprise to him and he even turned red.

"Didn't you tell me about a museum…someone with my name? Silly me, I've forgotten…," she shook her head to emphasize her point. She knew how much men like Roger were keen to be asked for advice and how they longed for a women in need.

"Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum…with free entrance for everyone named Isabella," he told her kissing the palm of her hand.

Much like Cal must've done with Rose, not very loving and caring at all, more to show everyone that she was now his possession. Jack felt a slight stable inside as he thought of what this nice girl would still have to endure.

Roger might not be as bossy as Cal, but still…the wedding night…surely Ella had never been told what happened there and…Lettice didn't seem like a woman to talk openly about those things.

"Oh, yes…that's it."

Another smile and then she even gave him a kiss on his cheek. Jack could tell that it was rather like a girl kissing her grandfather…but Lettice was pleased and even more so Roger.

He couldn't resist to kiss her on her cheek in return.

"As you wish, my dear," he added already walking on.

And then they would have children, five…six…seven and they would live in a small house and…

Walking on behind them only Jack noticed how Ella was wiping off her cheek, as if wiping off dust.