A.N. I felt generous and decided to give you this chapter a day early!

Great Inagua, November 4th, 1720

"Are you sure this will work Edward?" Anne asks, watching Edward struggling with an overstuffed box. He shrugs, spilling it's contents across the deck. He sighs and stares at the mess angrily, "I'm not sure, but I think some alone time would do her some good." Anne nods slowly as he shovels the supplies back into the box, "Or it could just make it worse, how long will you be staying?"

He grins, "As long as it takes to fix her." He stands back up and she shoves him, "She's not broken Edward, she's hurt." He frowns, then brushes her away and hops from the deck. "I know what I'm doing Anne." He disappears, leaving her to grumble under her breath, "I sure hope so."

Large arms wrap around her waist as he catches the end of a large yawn from Sophia. He chuckles, "I guess someone is tired." He leans his head on her shoulder and she leans back, "Mary I have a surprise for you." She raises a brow, "I'm going to cover your eyes but you have to promise to trust me." She chews on her lip before eventually agreeing, he wraps her headband around her eyes and guides her from the room.

"Mary watch, there are some steps here." She nods as they make their descent and when she falters on the last tread he hoists her up. "I'll just carry you the rest of the way, otherwise I think we'd be here all night." She peaks through her blindfold but he catches her immediately and pulls it back down, "Ah ah, keep them eyes covered until I say so!" She pouts by lying stiff and stubborn, "Didn't know I needed your guidance Kenway."

He steps carefully on deck and chuckles, "You do when I'm trying to surprise you." He sets her down in front of the helm and she grumbles, "Nothing you do surprises me anymore." He smirks, giving a few hand signals to his crew. "Is that so?" They lower the sails and the ship lurches forward, causing her to stumble. He steadies her and she rips the blindfold off, "Christ Edward, I think I've had enough of your games-"

He guides her hands to the wheel, stopping her mid sentence. Her mouth drops, catching the cool sea air as it blows past. Her shoulders sag and her scowl turns into a bright toothy grin. She grips the wheel tighter, standing straight and proud for the first time in months. The crew lets more sail loose as they leave port and she whips the wheel wildly breaking into giddy laughter. She flashes him a bright genuine smile, "Thank you Edward."

Mary eventually releases the wheel, knowing it was about time for a feeding, "I think I'll be retiring for a bit." Edward frowns and grumbles, "But we aren't there yet." Mary laughs as she walks down the steps, "You will be fine up here Kenway, you have plenty of company." She stops in front of the cabin, "Sophia and I need some time to ourselves because someone is getting hungry."

She steps into the cabin and her mouth drops at the state of his cabin. I know it's been a few months since I've been in here but damn! She plods through the pig stye, kicking garbage and dirty clothes as she went. She runs a finger along his desk, pulling away a thick line of grime with it and nearly gags. Who knows what that could even be, she wraps Sophia to her chest and decides to clean while she eats.

She starts with his desk, sorting through his papers. She picks up a crusty old shirt laying on the floor, "Let's hope you don't get your father's organization skills." Then knocks over a small pile of books while she's wiping down the table. She rolls her eyes and bends over to pick them up, "Papa has a bookshelf why doesn't he use it?" Sophia looks up curiously at her mother as she shuffles towards the bookcase, kicking empty bottles of rum as she went.

She sighs, glancing around the room looking for something to put the bottles in. She eyes an empty crate in the corner full of cobwebs, Christ has he ever cleaned a day in his life? She fills the crate up with garbage and sets it by the door. Wiping her hands off on her pants she glances around the room until she notices the bed. She massages her temples and straightens the damn thing up. She crawls onto the bed, exhausted and rests her eyes just for a minute.

"Wake up, Mary, we're here." She jolts awake, pulling her shirt shut but it's already buttoned up tight. He sits at the edges with a grin and a hand to her knee, "I knew you were a clean freak but I didn't think you would womanize my room." Mary scoots herself off the bed sleepily, how long has she been asleep? "You need a woman's touch Kenway, otherwise I might lose you to the mess." He chuckles and clasps her hand in his, guiding her from the room.

She glances at the small island with a scowl, the way he was carrying on she thought he was taking her somewhere nice. Not a grubby old island, "What is this Edward? Where are we?" He grins and throws an arm around her shoulder, "We're on Mariguana Island." She shrugs him off and crosses the gangplank with a skeptical look, "Why in the hell are we even here?" He shrugs, not knowing what to say. She rolls her eyes and hurries over to where her friends were setting up a tent.

"Mary wait!" She stops and he curls his arms around her waist,

"Once we're settled in it will be just me and you." He wiggles his eyebrows and she sneers, "What about Sophia?" He grins thinking he was just so clever, "I've already made arrangements with Anne, she's going to care for her while we are away." Mary folds her arms across her chest and raises an eyebrow, "I think you're forgetting one crucial thing. How will I feed her?"

He wrinkles his brow, "Anne can feed her, you fed Jacob." Mary places his arms at his sides, "If I stop feeding her my breast milk will dry up. No Edward." She walks away, leaving Edward to clench and unclench his fists, All this planning and she won't even give it a chance. He jogs to catch up with her, "She can stay with us then, it will be a family holiday!" She gives him a cold hard look that has him backing up. Anne having heard their conversation begs, "Come on Mary, give it a chance. He's been planning this for nearly a week."

Mary purses her lips, "I don't know Anne, what if something goes wrong? We'd just be stranded here for God knows how long." It's Thatch who speaks next, he drops his rope and takes a step forward, "We'll be back in a week lass. And if we're not, there's a row boat over there and you've both got your weapons." She studies his unwavering face for a moment before she sighs, "Fine, but don't be surprised when you see me rowing back to shore in a few days."

Mary holds her head in her hands with nothing to do but poke at the fire alone. Edward had gone off searching for gold and Sophia was fast asleep, she sighs, I thought this was supposed to be a "family holiday" damn him and his gold! She throws a twig, listening to the soft crackle of the fire. She sighs again and flops down, arms splayed at her sides, to watch the stars twinkle brightly overhead. "What are you doing on the ground Mary?"

She gestures vaguely towards the sky, "Well you left me with nothing to do but twiddle my thumbs, what else was I supposed to do?" Edward plops down next to her and she purses her lips, "What is this even supposed to do Edward? This is boring as hell." He grins and pulls her into his lap, she raises an eyebrow, "I ain't doing nothing on this hard arse ground." He shakes his head and laughs, "I told you once before, I'll wait until you're ready." He lies back, pulling her to his chest.

"Mary?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you think of me?"

She gazes up at him sleepily, "Well I know for one that you have an over obsession with gold."

He grimaces, "That's what I was afraid of. And I really don't know much about your past either." Mary bites her lip, "I don't know Edward, I'm not sure if I'd like to relive those memories." She trails off and Edward sits back up. "I'll start then, I'd like you to at least know me for more than just my lust for gold." Mary nods and Edward begins. "I was born March 10th 1693 in Swansea Wales and by my tenth year we were on our way to Bristol."

Swansea Wales, May 19th, 1703

"Mother where are we going?" A young Edward Kenway hops up and down on his parent's bed as she packs up their few belongings. His mother sighs and pulls her son off, handing him a small crate, "Edward James for the last time go pack your things! We are leaving by night fall." He looks down at the crate. He had more toys than this box could hold, how was he going to fit everything in here? "But Mother-" She shoves him through the doorway, "Go Edward!" He pouts and stomps off to his room.

He throws the door open and slams the crate down on the floor, grabbing his favorite toys and stuffs them in the box. He glances out the window watching his father struggling to place a large chest on the wagon. "Edward, are you packed?" He runs to his overstuffed crate, hoists it up and hurries over to his mother, "Yes Ma'am." She picks through it, frowning at the amount of toys and dumps the contents onto the floor, "I told you no toys!"

She storms to his dresser, pulling out a few sets of clothing and throws them into his box. He grabs her arm and shouts tearfully, "But mother I don't like those clothes!" She slaps him across the face. He grabs his cheek, the flesh swelling where her hand connected. "I don't care what you like, you had your chance to pack. Now get outside and help your father load the wagon." He rises to his feet and stumbles unhappily outside.

He stands just behind his father waiting for his orders. The older man backs up, knocking poor Edward straight to the ground, "Edward, how many times have I told you to watch where you're standing!" Edward picks himself up and dusts off his behind, "Sorry Father, can I help?" He shakes his head and points to a crate, "Just sit there and stay out of my way." Young Edward puffs out his cheeks and plops himself down, waiting as patiently as a ten-year old can.

The trek to Bristol took nearly two weeks, when they finally reached the small town of Hatherton Edward had to be shaken awake by his sister, "Edward wake up, we're here." He wipes the sleep from his eyes and pulls himself up out of the wagon. He hops down and waits for their father to finish his transaction. "Pleasure doing business with you Mister Kenway, I hope you enjoy your new home."

The man leaves and Edward hurries to his father, pulling on his sleeve, "Why are we living here father?" He waves his son away, "Never mind that, follow me son, I've something to show you." The man brings young Edward to the barn, he pulls the heavy door open and Edward throws his hands over his nose. "Father what is that smell?" His father grins and walks into the barn, "My boy, that's the smell of success."

Bristol, June 18, 1711

It had been seven years since his family had moved to Bristol, Edward was now seventeen and a well-known troublemaker. He frequented the taverns, always on the lookout for someone to fight with. He couldn't help himself, he had grown tired of the family farm and his "wealthy" lifestyle. For being rich, Bernard sure was hellbent on saving money.

Edward sat in front of an old friend, one that he couldn't remember the name of, playing another round of chess. This "old friend" of his bested him eight times tonight alone and he'd just spent his last bit of funds on this game. "Checkmate." The man slammed his pawn down, effectively blocking Edward's exit. "Damn it!" He jumps from his seat, throwing the board and it's pieces across the table, "Beat by a bloody pawn! Of all things!"

Edward storms off, leaving his friend behind and without paying, "Oy Mate! Where do you think you're going?" Edward throws a finger up, "To find a bit of ruff!" The man watches Edward as he disappears, picking up the scattered pieces. Edward grumbles drunkenly to himself as he stumbles from the tavern. He rummages through his purse, frowning when nothing but a crumb fell out.

He stops when hears a woman crying, he blinked and then he was in the alley yelling at a few familiar faces. "Oy, who's over there?" The men stop their assault and stare at the drunken Kenway. He clenched his fist and shouts, "What do you think you're doing?!" He connects a fist with the largest man in the group, knocking him off his feet. Catching the man off guard worked to Edward's advantage because the man's nose was broken and he writhed in a pool of blood on the ground.

The woman he was struggling with quickly backed up against the wall and Edward threw another fist to his temple knocking the man unconscious. The other two men must have finally noticed their friend lying on the ground because they surround Edward faster than he could blink. But that could have been blamed on the drink. An all too familiar voice growls at him, "Edward Kenway, I think you owe me a few hundred pounds or so, you have my money mate?"

Edward spits at the man, "You ain't getting a cent from me! What were you doing with those women back there?" Edward ducks as a fist nearly collides with his face. "I ain't fancy to share that bit of information with you." Edward swings at the man but he dodges and Edward falls to his knees from a kick from behind. "Fighting dirty I see." Edward hisses as he tries to stand back up, he receives a kick to the gut and falls back to the ground.

The men circle him with a sneer as he clutches his gut. He waits for the perfect opportunity and uppercuts the man. He falls to the ground, Edward stands over him pummeling him with his fists. Edward, happy that the bleeding man on the ground would not be bothering him any further, wipes a stripe of blood from his lip, "What's your name again?" The last man growls and punches him in the gut, "We've been playing chess for months and you still don't know my name? The name's Tom Cobleigh if you'd even bother to remember."

Edward smirks, "Well Tom, I think this will be your last fight by the time I'm done with you." He swings his fist but Tom is too fast and hops out of the way. Maybe if Edward wasn't drunk he wouldn't have ended on the ground. But he was and it left him in a vulnerable position, Tom kicked him hard in the face and there was a sickening crunch. He knew his nose was broken but he pulled himself up, wiped the blood away, and continued his fight.

He got a few good punches in on Tom but his lackeys were conscious again and decided to put a quick end to this fight. Edward fell to the ground, his nose still flowing like a fountain and ducks under his hands. They kicked and punched at him for what seems like hours but couldn't have been more than minutes. The men stop their assault and spit on him, leaving him pulverized on the ground. He probably would have died there if it wasn't for those two women.

He jumps, when a gentle hand lifts his chin up. She had long flowing red hair, dipping well past her shoulders. "Thank you sir, for saving us." The redhead says timidly, he brushes the woman away and tries to stand, wobbling a bit as he did. She grabs onto his arm when he nearly falls to his knees, "It was nothing lass." And he struggles against her grip, She sure is strong for a lass. She watches him with wide eyes, "I think you should sit down-" She begins, but Edward is stubborn, he brushes her away again, only to fall on his arse less than two steps later, "I'm fine." He assures as he rolls over facing to face the dark sky.

He sighs and close his eyes, "Maybe you're right lass, I think I'm just going to lay here for a bit." He hears a giggle and glances towards the source, there's a dark haired woman leaning over him now. He reaches up and places a hand to her cheek, "I'm surrounded by beautiful women, how much better could this night get." The women laugh and pull him up to his feet he slings an arm around each of their shoulders.

They stop just outside the clinic and knock but there is no answer. Edward flops down on the bench and kneads his face with his palms, "I think the bleeding has stopped, can I walk you ladies home?" The redhead shakes her head, "We'll be fine, thank you. What is your name sir?"

He laughs, "Sir? I ain't even out of my teens yet! The Name's Edward Kenway!" The redhead grins and holds out a hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mister Kenway, I'm Caroline and this is Rose." He places a kiss to the top of her hand with a smirk, "Mister Kenway is my father, please call me Edward."

Bristol, June 23rd, 1711

Edward pulls the door open, horrified upon seeing the two bloody corpses of his family's prized sheep on his door step. "Bastards!" He slams the door shut and runs to the kitchen to grab the family's flintlock pistol. He is stopped with a firm grip on his shoulder, Edward looks up, connecting eyes with his father.

"Edward what do you intend to do with that gun?" The blonde pushes past his father, "I'm going to make that arse pay for what he did to our sheep!" Bernard rips the pistol from his son's hands and scolds him, "And what are you going to do when they hang you for murder?" Edward makes a grab for the gun but his father pushes him away. "It's not murder if I'm defending my property."

Bernard takes a step back pushing Edward away when he makes a grab for the pistol, "No Edward! The Cobleigh's are protected by very powerful men, you are to stay far away from them. Do you hear me?" Edward crosses his arms angrily over his chest and reluctantly agrees. "Good, now help me clean up that mess."

Edward bursts through the tavern doors, happy to drink away that bloody mess from earlier. He noticed the brunette from the other night, Rose was it? And lumbers over to the woman, asking seductively, "Is this seat taken?" She smiles and kicks the chair out for him, "Please sit!" Edward plops gracefully down next to the young woman. "What brings you here Mister Kenway?"

He props and elbow on the table resting his chin in his palm, "I've told you already, call me Edward and I was wondering about that friend of yours, Caroline?" Rose laughs and leans back in her chair, "Ah miss Caroline? What could you possibly want with her?" She know exactly what he wants but plays along anyway. Cheeky lass. He leans back in his chair and props his feet on the table, "Have you an idea where she is?" He asks far too innocently. She laughs, leaning against the table and raises a brow. "You're in luck Edward because I just so happen to know that she is down by the harbor at the moment."

Edward purchases a bouquet of roses as he makes his way down the dock. He wanders around for a bit, looking for the girl who stole his heart, his shoulders sagging when she is nowhere to be seen. He kicks over an old crate and plops down with his head in his hands. He grumbled unhappily to himself until he hears a rough voice coming from just next to him, "Look at who the cat dragged in, Edward Kenway. And look, he has some flowers, did you get stood up again Kenway?"

"I haven't been stood up, I was simply hoping to surprise Miss Caroline Scott." The young man furrows his brows, "Miss Scott will soon be Misses Hague now kindly stop pestering my fiancé." Edward tosses the flowers to the ground and puts his fists up, getting in his third altercation that week. "She'll be Misses Kenway by the time I'm done with her." Hague steps forward and explains, "If you're not careful, Kenway, my associate will not hesitate to put you down." Edward spits at his feet and swings at the young man.

He lands in the harbor with barely enough time to think. He swims to the surface, sputtering as he goes. Hague laughs and walks off, leaving Edward dripping as he pulls himself onto the dock. Edward picks up his bouquet, fishing a few coins from his pocket, he grumbles to himself and stumbles his way to a well known bum who'd do just about anything for a bit of coin.

He throws a few coins at the sleeping man's feet. "Albert, wake up, I've a job for you." The man rubs his eyes and shields them from the blinding sun. "What can I do for you lad?" He asks with a raspy voice and Edward crouches, "I need you to deliver these flowers to a pretty lady for me. She's got long curly red hair, her name is Caroline and she likes to hang around the harbor. Please give these to her and tell her they're from Edward." Albert nods and stands from his makeshift bed, salutes the young man and walks off in the direction of the harbor.

Edward clenches his fist tightly around the discarded bouquet of flowers, "That bastard." He growls and wanders around the docks looking for the pillock. He hears some shouting from the far end of the pier and darts in the direction of the noise. "I'll teach you to steal from my Caroline!" Hague knocks Albert to the ground with one hard punch to the jaw. The man satisfied with his win stalks off, leaving Albert writhing on the floor.

Edward grabs him by the collar, "What the hell man!" And slams the flowers into his chest, dragging him down the docks to finally meet with his sweet Caroline. He pulls the grungy man to his darling and he holds out the bouquet, whimpering, "I'm sorry ma'am." Caroline accepts the flowers and Edward tosses the man onto the deck.

Albert scurries away leaving Edward and Caroline to themselves, she smiles, "Thank you Edward, that was so sweet. My fiance has never given me flowers before." Edward grins and guides her away from the docks. "Well he doesn't sound like a very good fiance if another man gave you your first bouquet of flowers."

She sighs, "To be honest Edward, I don't want to marry him. Do you think I want to hide myself so deeply beneath an obsession with manners and bury myself so completely beneath the petty concerns of etiquette that I can no longer find myself? At the moment I live between two worlds, Edward, able to see them both. And the world I see on my visit to the harbor I'd like the world that is most real to me, Edward. The one that is most alive."

Edward stops and grabs onto both of her hands. "He can't marry you," She meets his hopeful gaze, "if you're already married." Her eyes widen and he pulls her to his chest. "Marry me Miss Caroline Scott, I'll treat you like a proper lady." She thinks for a moment and finally agrees, "Alright Edward, but we must keep it secret until we are officially wed." Edward grins and plants a sloppy kiss to her lips.

Bristol, February 18, 1712

The two wed with Rose as their only witness. And tonight would be the night they broke the news to Edward's new father in law, Emmet Scott. Edward knocks softly on his wife's family door, it swings open revealing an annoyed Mister Scott. The man questions him angrily, "Who are you?" Edward bows and introduces himself, "Edward Kenway sir, is Miss Scott present?"

The man quirks a brow and grumbles, "What do you want with my daughter? I think it very inappropriate for you to be speaking with her." Edward opens his mouth but thankfully Caroline saves him, "Edward, I'm glad you're here. Father, can you please let Mister Kenway in?" Emmett glances at his daughter but moves to the side allowing young Kenway in.

Caroline guides the two men to her father's office and secures the door behind them, Emmett takes a seat at his desk and leans forward, "Caroline, what is the meaning of this?" She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves, "Father, you know how I feel about marrying Mister Hague." Her father cuts her off, "I'm sorry Caroline there's nothing I can do about it."

"But sir-" Edward begins but is immediately cut off. "Does it look like I am speaking to you? Mister Kenway was it? This is a matter between my daughter and I. Who are you anyway?" Caroline grows impatient and finally blurts out, "He's my husband." The room turns deathly silent and Emmet simply sits back in his chair and begins to laugh.

"That's a good one darling, now please tell me who he really is." Edward stands up and puts a hand out to shake, "I'm your son-in-law sir, Edward Kenway." Emmet quiets his laughter and furrows his brows, he hops from his chair, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. "This must be one sick joke! I've never even heard of the Kenway name, what do your parents do for a living?" Edward clears his throat, "We're sheep herders."

Emmet begins laughing again, "Caroline, dear, where did you find this man? Why would you marry a fool like him? You would have had an easy life if you married Mister Hague!" Caroline turns her nose up, "Father I don't care about wealth, I want to marry someone for love!" Emmett laughs again, "Love? Love won't buy you a home! Mister Kenway, what can you even bring to my daughter?"

Edward scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, he'd married this woman but he didn't even have a pot to piss in. Where were they to go? "I love her sir." Emmet belts out in laughter and points towards the door, "Get out of my sight! And take your new wife with you! Caroline I hope you don't expect a dowry!"

Bristol, October 20th, 1712

Edward grew frustrated, Emmett was right, He couldn't provide for his daughter, what was he thinking? He began frequenting the taverns again and gambling only threw him into greater debt. Edward threw the dice on the table, "Shite." Edward curses to himself fishing the coins out of his purse and slammed them on the tabletop. He heads for the door but stops in his tracks after noticing a shimmering at the bottom. He rifles through and pulls out just enough coin for one more pint. He stumbles his way to the bar and orders a rum, the cheapest option on the menu.

The bartender hands him his poison and he takes a large gulp, the liquid burning his throat on the way down. He shakes his head but perks up when he hears his name from a familiar voice. "Edward Kenway, just the man I'd like to see!" Edward turns to the man and slurs out, "Mis'er Scott, goo'd t' see ye." Emmet plops down on the chair next to him and places a heavy sack of gold into his palm. "I'd like to offer you a bit of coin with just one small fee." Edward feels himself growing very sleepy, he glares at the bag in his hand trying to make out the shape. "Wha-" Emmet cuts him off, "I want you to divorce my daughter."

Edward looks at the bag then promptly drops it on the floor, spewing the coins across the ground. Emmet looks at him angrily then bends down to pick up his money, "That's quite rude don't you think?" Emmet stands up after retrieving the rest of the coins, growling at the sight of an unconscious Edward. He hoists the lad up by his collar and drags him back to the Kenway household.

Edward stumbles, grasping tightly onto his father-in-law for support, "I-I will not div- divorce your dau-ghter." He struggles out and Emmet scoffs, dragging Edward a bit faster, "You cannot provide for her like Mister Hague can. You are only a hinder to her happiness." Edward shakes his head and lurches forward nearly knocking the two men to the ground. "No, 'm goin to join the Navy. Caroline and I've already talked bout it."

Emmet grips onto Edward as the two near him home, "A drunkard like you won't last two years on a ship." Edward begins to cackle, "And that's why I won't be gone f'r more 'n two." Emmett hisses as he pulls the door open and tosses Edward to the floor. He turns to his daughter and begins shouting, "A despicable display, this tosspot is a ruined man Caroline! Unfit for life on land, much less for one at sea. If he goes to the west Indies it's you who'll suffer." Emmet turns around, slamming the door behind him.

Caroline sighs and turns her attention to her drunk husband laying on the floor. She helps him up and he grumbles under his breath, "That old muckworm! He's wrong about me!" Caroline brushes his shirt off and whispers, "I hope so." Edward grabs onto her hands quickly and asks hopefully, "You believe me don't you? Can you not see me standing out there on the deck of a ship that's sliding into port?" Caroline rolls her eyes and walks sadly away from him, leaving Edward to stare dreamily out the window. "And there I am, a man of quality with a thousand doubloons spilling from my pockets like drops of rain."

Bristol, May 12th, 1713

Edward had gone out nearly every night since he decided to become a privateer, he teetered his way home drunk as a skunk. He pulls the door open to his small home. Edward in his drunken state failed to notice that Caroline had been crying and she was packing a small bag, "Where are you going? The market?" Caroline wipes her face with the back of her hand and continues to pack, "My parents have asked me to come live with them." She pauses, "and I'd like to."

Edward's heart drop into his stomach and he takes a step forward, she takes one back. "What do you mean to come live with them? You live here with me." Caroline throws the bag on their bed and finally faces him, "I'm sorry Edward but my father is right, you had a decent wage when you worked on the farm. Why can you not be satisfied with that? With me?"

His anger begins to surface and he takes another step forward and she takes another step back. "Decent wage? That job was near damned as to robbery, you want to be married to a peasant all of your life?" Caroline grabs her bags and sneers, "Alright Edward. Alright." And she stomps out of the house. Edward chases after her shouting, "If you leave now, Caroline, you'll never know what's coming to us!" She continues walking never even giving him a second glance back. "Caroline! Caroline!"

Mariguana Island, November 4th, 1720

Edward lays on the ground silently as Mary runs her hand over his chest softly. She looks up expectantly, "Is that it Edward?" He looks away from her as a stray tear falls from his eyes. "I've always been so greedy Mary, I push everyone away, for what? Money? I was so selfish, I should have divorced Caroline, I just hope that she has found another man as I have found another woman." Mary shoots up when she hears Sophia beginning to cry. "I'm sorry Edward, you can't change the past. I think you need to meet with Caroline and explain to her what has happened."

Mary rushes quickly to pick up Sophia, "I need to feed her, maybe we can talk more afterwards." Edward remains lying on the ground with his head propped in his arms, and he makes a decision, a much less selfish one. When we get back I'm going to write to her. I'll send her some money and ask for a divorce. Hopefully she has already filed for one.