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Chapter 7
Sarah found herself in town strolling along the streets, her arm resting on Edward's. They had been out for an hour or so, but he still hadn't told her what they were going to do. They had always been good friends, the best of friends, and Sarah didn't have many.
"What have you got up your sleeve?" She asked giggling a bit. She loved surprises. All Edward could do was grin. They walked a bit further down the pier, passing ships, and small fishing boats. Finally, Edward stopped at a gorgeous ship, one his father no doubt had lent him.
"This is your surprise, a day sailing abroad."
"Oh Edward, I love it!" Sarah exclaimed rushing on to the ship. She spun around to face him.
"To what do I owe this pleasure? It is not my birthday, and yet you gave me a fabulous gift." Edward, by now, stood next to Sarah on the ship. She, he had noticed, was wearing a black pearl.
"Perhaps," he said, his eyes fixed on the pear around her neck, "it was not enough." Sarah fell silent. He knows, shouted a panic filled voice in her head. Fear began to engulf Sarah. She didn't know why, but Devlin was everything she shouldn't yearn for, and yet he was all she wanted.
"Coming?" Edward asked. Sarah realized she had not followed and quickly composed herself. Sarah found it hard to concentrate on all that Edward was saying.
"Sarah? Sarah, are you feeling all right?" Edward asked. The ship's captain too seemed concerned.
"Miss Turner, perhaps you should rest in my cabin."
"No," she said shaking her head, "I'm fine really." That was a lie. As she shook her head, Sarah felt a wave of dizziness consumer her as the world faded into blackness.
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Slowly but surely, the world was coming back. The colors in the room were coming into dull focus. Sarah looked about, fear rising within her. This was not the captain's cabin! Where was she? She looked around. She was in a tavern, with drunken men all about her. A small but shrill scream escaped her lips as one burst through the door beside her, yet no one seemed to hear. The man swaggered to a table carrying a pewter pitcher of rum that spilled over as he slammed it on to the table. The group of men laughed. Through the drunken screams and shrieks of laughter, Sarah heard crying. She turned and entered the room where man had just laughed. It was a kitchen -- completely devoid of a cook or attendants. Sarah heard the crying again, and followed the sound. In a dark, grimy corner of the kitchen a little boy was crouched, he looked up at Sarah, but he didn't see her. His face was dirty and tear-stained. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair, even through the dirt, Sarah could tell was a white-blonde. She gasped. It couldn't be, it wasn't possible, yet it was undeniable. The face, was younger, but it was the same. The eyes were red, but were the very same ones that would captivate her so many years later. A girl rushed in the door and it swung behind her letting in a bit of the noise. She was older then Devlin by maybe 3 or 4 years. Running to his side, she gently pulled him into her arms. He leaned into her, crying harder than ever. Then she saw it. Only then did she understand why he cried so hard. His shirt was ripped and torn and blood trickled down the small boy's back from whip wounds. Oh my God, she thought, his father beat him! Even as the thought crossed her mind, the girl began to speak, rocking Devlin softly in her arms.
"Devy, it'll be ok, don't worry. I'll protect you next time. I promise, I'm so sorry," she said and tears began to trickle down her own face.
"Lizzy", Devlin coughed, "don't cry. We'll get away someday. That's my promise."
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"Sarah? Sarah darling can you hear me?" Sarah moaned her head ached.
"Mother?" she muttered groggily. What had happened? The last thing she could remember was the captain telling her to rest, then -- was it a dream? Sarah believed what she had seen somehow seen was not a dream. Slowly she opened her eyes. She was lying in her own bed, in her own room with a fire blazing and her mother, father, Edward and her grandfather, and Commodore Norrington standing over her.
"What?" she said. Her father was sitting beside her, patting her head soothingly.
"You fainted, do you remember?"
"Sort of, I remember feeling dizzy, and then I…" She trailed off. Somehow telling them about the dream didn't seem right.
"Well, your home now. I knew," her mother scolded, "I just knew you would get sick from being out in that rain!! You'd better rest up. I'll not have you leave this house until the doctor says you're fully recovered."
"Mother, I am NOT sick. I just got a bit dizzy from all the excitement. Don't worry." But Elizabeth Turner would hear none of it. Finally, after everyone had left, Sarah gazed blankly out the window to see the moon rising, and the last rays of the sun fading into the west. She closed her eyes. Her head hurt but was filled with thoughts of what that "dream" really could've been. Whatever it was it had drained her of her strength. Sarah was soon asleep, her head full of dreams disturbed with images from earlier in the day.
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Devlin stood, staring into the evening twilight, the last rays of the setting sun struggling to remain in the darkening sky. Where was she? By now, the moon had risen, and yet Devlin still stood upon the docks alone. He was growing anxious. Truth be told he had been afraid from the beginning. He was afraid that he wasn't what she wanted, that she would just play with him, but he took that chance. He had thought of her often since they had met those four years ago. Devlin was really getting nervous now; what if she wasn't coming? Then a voice from the shadow spoke out loud his secret fears.
"She won't come, Devlin." Devlin gritted his teeth, but said nothing so the boy went on.
"She's with him, that boy you saw, the one in her bedroom."
"Go away, Jarod", Delvin muttered, "I haven't the time for you." Devlin turned and the two faced each other. Ice-blue met grey-green as they glared eye-to-eye. Jarod smirked.
"I've been watching her. She's been quite the busy girl, Devlin." Devlin lost control. He punched Jarod in the face, and met retaliation much in the same way. Devlin sent a blow to Jarod's stomach sending the boy to the ground. Devlin wiped away blood trickling from his lip.
"Stay away from her, or I swear I will kill you Jarod." Jarod groaned, rolling over, but he managed to shout over to Devlin's retreating form.
"What are you thinking Devlin?! She will NEVER love a PIRATE!!!" Devlin stormed away, but Jarod's voice rang clearly through his head, speaking his deepest fears, "She will NEVER love a PIRATE!"
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