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McKensie and Lara III
The doctor nodded "he may be able to hear some things we will have to wait and see as he gets older. For right now just teach him the basic sign language and he will live a realitively nornal life." He wrote down the prescriptions.Edmund caressed her face "I'm going on the ship with the sailers...I'm becoming a pirate and quitting the job, I can be with you and live my dream Emma I just need this night with the woman I love...ok?..."
Marcoyx held her close and kissed her "shh I've got you, I love you your not an object Lacey is worried sick...I'm worried sick, I can't live without you Illi...I cant..."
Lacey smiled and sighed "I just...Illi, I don't know what to do...she hates me, she wants nothing to do with our family..."
The queen brightened at that, so happy that there was a chance for the boy to at least hear some things. Partially deaf was better than completely deaf! She nodded, eager to be able to help the child. Lydia and James would have to learn basic sign language as well. "Thank you so much for your help, doctor." she said honestly, and nodded to the nurse. "And to you, for staying on." The nurse just nodded, glad to be of help. Emma beamed then, throwing her arms around him. "Oh that's wonderful! I'm so happy for you!" she knew this was what he wanted, and this was his dream job, to sail the seas. They could be together now, and he would be happy. "Ok, Edmund. I would love that. You know that I am yours." She said, leaning up to kiss him quickly. "Here is your bun," She said then, smiling as she handed him one of the rolls she had bought.
Iliana stayed quiet, too exhausted for words. She clung to Marcoux, needing his comfort and protection, her whole body trembling. Maybe it was partially her feelings of being used, and maybe post partum depression had something to do with it, but Iliana's eyes had ceased to sparkle.
Maxwell sighed, hating to think of such a depressing topic when they had just had their first child. He kissed her hair gently as they rode back to the manor. "Time heals all wounds, Lacey, we must give Iliana some space as she takes the time to heal."
Lydia felt hot and sweaty, her head turned on the pillow as she moaned her throat hurt from screaming earlier and she was so drowsy her eyes half lidded "Don't tell James...that I...was hurt and sick..." she whispered to her mother "please..." Edmund smiled and took the food and slowly ate it happily "I have something for you my precious pearl." he draped the pearls around her neck and touched the base where it touched her skin "I'll be leaving at first light Emma..."
Marcoux frowned worriedly and stroke her hair and hip carefully "Just rest darling...just rest...we'll be going to the mansion with the foxes and forget all of this alright?...please I need my Illi..."
Lacey sighed and tucked her into the crib and wrapping her in pink silks and turned on the music box for her "She's beautiful isn't she..."
The queen squeezed her hand gently, trying to help soothe her daughter… to help her through this. She hated seeing her so in pain. "I will not tell him, love, if you do not wish me to." She said gently. "but you must break the news to him eventually. He'll want to know. He worries for you dear."Emma's eyes lit up when he pulled out the strand of pearls and draped them around her neck. She gasped in delight and hugged him. "Thank you… they are the most beautiful things I have ever seen." She looked up at him then, her eyes brimming with tears as her smile wavered. "I shall miss you very much, Edmund. Don't have too much fun while you're away." She teased, leaning her forehead against his shoulder.
Iliana nodded silently and drifted off in his arms then, sleeping the rest of the afternoon. Her mother came in before evening to pull Marcoux away, saying she wouldn't permit them in the same bed while they stayed under her roof. So no one was with Iliana when she woke to the early morning light, still dark blue, the stars faint. She couldn't stop feeling empty and useless, the dark thoughts swirling around in her. Finally she gave up and decided she needed to remind herself of the things that made her happy. So she slipped out and got into a carriage, driving to the chalk cliffs where she had been married. Even standing there, looking out to the water, she couldn't feel the joy she had once had anymore. Iliana sighed and let her knees give out, tumbling over the edge of the cliffs. She fell for a few seconds only to land crumpled and broken on a ledge below.
Maxwell watched with pride and now as Lacey tucked in their child and turned on the music box. He could see his wife's lovely eyes in the baby, and nothing made him happier. "Just like you." He whispered, kissing her cheek.
Lydia sighed "I just hate...when he worries about me...I just want him to be happy and know he is not stressed." She whispered and watched her son "isn't he handsome...he looks like his daddy..." She said admiringly and winced "Mmm it hurts..."Edmund smiled and held her close "I wont, just me and a bunch of scallywags....no women, I'll be very lonely without my Emma...but at least I know you'll be waiting for me...let's go home and make love till dawn...there's a room in the horse stables..."
((Your killing me smalls!))
Marcoux woke up and immediately went to her room, he was shocked not seeing her and went to the carriage "do you know where Illiana took the carriage?"
Lacey smiled and leaned her head on his chest "isn't that a beautiful music box? Illiana have it to me for my birthday."
The queen nodded in understanding, as she had had a husband, and loved other boys, knowing what it was like to give your heart to someone and only want the best for them. "I won't breathe a word." She promised. She gently brushed back her daughter's hair back. "I'm sorry it hurts baby… your son is beautiful. I wish there was more I could do for you."Emma felt a little consoled by that, even though she knew it was selfish to think that way, when he would miss her too. But she didn't want to think of that now. She wished only to think of the lovely night they had before them. "Yes, let's." She whispered, taking the trolley back to the palace with him.
((I try to never fix things easily… lol. She didn't fall all the way ;) ))
The driver looked up from where he had been sitting, snoozing away in the early morning as the sun was just starting to climb over the hills. "The chalk cliffs, m'lord." he said quickly. "Hop in and I'll take you there." He offered, casting the obviously worried man a knowing glance. It wasn't a very long drive to get there, but when they did, Iliana was no where in sight. "Hmm… must have left already." he scratched his head.
Maxwell looked up and glanced at the music box. It was beautifully decorated, and the music was a lilting tune that could put anyone to sleep. "Yes, it is quite lovely." he agreed, kissing the top of her head as he nuzzled against her and looked down at their child.
Edmund found James and cleared his throat "your highness?...I have come to turn in my resignation...working for you has been a pleasure but I'm leaving at first light tomorrow. I wish you the best with your new child"Marcoux looked around and saw her scarf "no she wouldn't have left without that..." He looked around and climbed painfully with his one leg and gasped sliding down and grabbing her limp body "Illiana...please wake up...please.." He begged and slowky pulled her up the cliff painfully "she needs a doctor!...please..."
Lacey smiled and kissed his lips over and over "Mmm thank you, want to go rest on our joint bed?"
James had just returned inside from talking to the reporters and was rubbing a hand over his forehead. "Edmund?" he said, looking up, and then a smile spread over his face. "Leaving me here, are you? Let me guess. You've finally found a ship to take you away." he said, standing. "I wish you all the luck in the world. It's been a pleasure to have you working for me."Iliana was unconscious and there was blood trickling from her forehead. She was wheezing slowly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The carriage driver had leaped out, and helped him to carefully move her into the back seat of the carriage, where they rolled as quickly as they could to the nearest hospital.
Maxwell chuckled, kissing her back, wrapping his hands around her and drawing her closer. "I'd love nothing more." he whispered, leading her there.
Edmund smiled and nodded "thank you, your highness...it was an honor, I will visit when I board...I must take my lady to the stable room...thank you again, and you'll make a great King of Britain." He took Emma's hand and rushed her outside to the horses and pushed her down into the blanket and hay.Marcoux was terrified as he watched her be wheeled away, he rushed after her his leg coming off as he fell "Illiana!" He pleaded and curled up sobbing as the nurses took him away. He was just shocked that she would jump he knew she was depressed but he wanted to help her...
Lacey frowned hearing the phone and she picked it up, her heart dropped when she heard the news. She felt light headed and her breathing went fast as she passed out dropping the phone.
James smiled, shaking his head a little. He knew those two loved each other and he just waved, returning to his wife. "Hey baby." he whispered. "How are you love?" He asked, sitting beside her. Emma giggled as he pulled her back out to the stables, leading her down to the blankets. She smiled and kissed him, pulling him down closer. "I love you."
Iliana had to have surgery to remove the rib from her lung, and to stitch up her side which had been sliced badly on the rocks. She had miraculously only sustained a mild concussion, and both her ankle and left arm were in casts. Then she was discharged back into the hospital to be waited on by nurses, and asleep under heavy drugs, including some depression suppressants. In her sleep, Iliana dreamed of dead babies, and Marcoux's forlorn face.
Maxwell got up as he watched Lacey pick up the phone. When he saw her slump and dodged towards her, catching her head before it hit the floor, and he carefully cradled her in his lap, wondering what on earth had made her pass out.
Lydia smiled weakly and leaned him close to kiss his lips tenderly moving his hair back "how'd it go with the press?...can you hand me that pill bottle please?" She grabbed the water and sighed taking it. Marcoux stayed by her side, he was pretty sick himself not sleeping just watching over her and hating himself for not being better. He had cracked his wood leg climbing down so he had to be on the crutches.
Lacey was out like a light her skin pale, from all the stess of Illiana and the baby she hadn't eaten in weeks. And the final stress is her best friend tried to kill herself.
James smiled lightly, shrugging. "Same as always. Lots of flashing lights and people talking. Hectic, really. But they seemed happy." He handed her the pills, and then watched worried as she swallowed one. "Are you alright?" he asked softly. Iliana woke a few days later, in immense pain, but what hurt worse, was the sudden blinding realization that she was alive. And now she would have to face life, and everyone's disapproving looks. Iliana let out a moaning cry that seemed to tear through her.
Maxwell gently scooped her up and carried her to bed, tucking her in. He made sure there were a few water bottles around her, calling a wet nurse to care for the baby. Then he put a cold cloth on her head, praying that she would wake up and be alright.
Lydia sighed "you have to promise not to worry and panic baby..." She whispered weakly and sipped some water and tried to sit up but the pain was unbearable and she sank back down "remember the after birth? It didn't all the way deliver and I got an infection..."Marcoux quickly went to her and caressed her cheek "hey beautiful...hi...oh honey I'm so glad you are awake...you scared me so badly..." He whispered and kissed her bruised cheek "nurse! Can we get some pain medications?"
Lacey started to come to "Evelyn...I want my Evelyn..." She whispered and reached out and found a water bottle and sipped it, her head was thudding but other then that she felt fine...ish
James frowned, and nodded slowly. "Yeah, I promise." He said, even though he was already worrying. She was in pain, he could see that much. And when she spoke of the infection, he swallowed. "Oh honey, I'm sorry this happened. I really am." He kissed her forehead. "But you'll get better, right?"Iliana whimpered, reached out blindly and clutched his hand, tears squeezing from her eyes. The shame was too much. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She mumbled. The nurse came over and hooked up some drugs into the iv in her arm and left again to care for other patients.
Maxwell nodded immediately and brought their baby girl over to her. He lay her in her arms and smiled softly. "Lacey, are you alright?" he asked softly. "What happened?"
Lydia sighed and nodded "yeah the doctor removed the pieces and I take these medications to help with the pain and other then that you've got a healthy wife...the nurse is staying to care for me and little Donavon, the doctor says he might be able to hear some things with an aide."Marcoux held her hand close and kissed down her hand and wrist "I love you...please don't ever try that again I can't live without you don't you...know..." He kissed her neck and shoulder "Illiana please..."
Lacey held onto her baby tightly and cried "she tried to kill herself...she jumped off the cliffs and...jumped...I can't believe this..."
James nodded in understanding, glad that she was going to get better and had someone here to care for her. He only wanted her happy. But when he heard about the hearing aids, he brightened. "Oh that's wonderful news. " he kissed her gently. "I'm glad you both are getting such wonderful care." He said honestly.Iliana closed her eyes, and with the medication, it was easy to push away the lingering dark thoughts and just focus on Marcoux. She knew now, that by trying to run from herself, she had hurt her love. She was crying openly now, trying her best to lift her battered limbs to hold him and draw herself closer, but every movement was agony. When he kissed her neck, she tucked her broken face into his hair, just breathing. "I love you..." She whispered. "I love you... So much. I'm.... Im sorry... I can't....I'm sorry." She swallowed.
Maxwell paled then, both shocked and appalled. She couldn't mean Iliana! The smiley maid who never seemed down about anything? Had they broken her with the. Child? The thought made him sick. He knew she was down about it all, but he didn't think it would drive her to suicide! "I... She lived?" He asked softly.
Lydia smiled and pulled him down into the bed with her and rested her head on his chest revelling in his heart beat and warmth "who were you speaking with before you came into the room?" She asked quietly remembering being happy and worried when she heard his mumbled voice through the door.Marcoux shook his head and gently pressed her limbs down so she won't hurt herself "love you are very injured please be careful..." He kissed her head and nuzzled her "you'll be well though and then we will go home...ok? Please don't cry...it hurts me, and I've already cried enough tears for a lifetime..." He whispered and swallowed "I was terrified to lose you..."
Lacey swallowed "I believe so...but she is very injured and Marcoux has worked himself to exhaustion...he hasn't left her side...how could she give her life away like that?...because of me..."
James rubbed her shoulders gently to help warm and calm her as he sat beside her on the bed. Donavan was still sleeping soundly in his crib. He chuckled then. "That would be Edmund. He's finally resigned to go off adventuring." He smiled, happy for his footman. He knew the man would be happier on the seas.Iliana didn't like having to lay still. She wanted to hold him, and she wanted to be held. But her limbs were in fiery pain, so she didn't resist. When he said she only hurt him by crying, she wanted to cry more just because he had been hurt. But she didn't. She bit back her tears and nodded slowly, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry..." She was starting to wheeze again from exertion. "I just felt.... I thought...... I felt so alone.... Like I was some.... Some sort of crib to be used for the baby... And dumped on the side." Iliana's face scrunched up as she tried very hard not to cry again. "I know I'm not. I know... But that's all I felt..."
Maxwell closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the image of Iliana lying broken at the bottom of a cliff. Then he winced and opened his eyes again, shaking his head. "Not your fault love, it wasn't your fault. Post partum depression is a common thing."
Lydia smiled lightly and nodded "how wonderful, I'm glad that he is following his dreams and Emma can be with him now...I know she loves him very much and they couldn't be together." She caressed his cheek and lips "handsome man...are you happy? We need to get you a new footman."Marcoux gently held her around the shoulders so that the pain wasn't increased. He kissed her cheek and caressed her good hand and sighed "it's ok to cry...you weren't a crib, Lacey passed out from shock and horror when she heard. She loves you and she just wants you to be ok..."
Lacey swallowed and nodded "she never wanted a child in the first place...if it wasn't for me she wouldn't have gotten depressed and she wouldn't have jumped..."
James smiled softly, liking to think of new love, and couples who had found their happy endings. "I am very happy for them both." He agreed, tucking his face against her shoulder to plant a kiss there. "But yes, I am now lacking a footman." he agreed, kissing up her neck. How Iliana wished with all her heart to believe what he said. She knew, deep down, that it was most likely true. But some part of her would not let go of the worries and taunts that said otherwise. So she just cried softly, tucking her battered face into his shirt and drawing some comfort from that. "Tell me about home?" She whispered.
Maxwell carefully wrapped his arms around her then, kissing her hair. "She said yes, Lacey, she said yes to it. If she hated the idea all that much, she could have said no." He whispered, almost wishing that Iliana did say no, so all of this horrible drama would never have happened. They could have found another surrogate.
Edmund helped her up that morning and took her to the shipping barge. He held her close and cupped her face "I love you Emma...I'll be back I promise...wait for me?" He whispered and kissed her forehead. He nodded at the captain "I'm coming wait..."Lydia giggled and curled up smiling at him as she kissed him "I love you...I think I'm going to sleep honey...watch over Donavon please? He needs to be fed in an hour..." She reminded and pecked his hand as she dozed off.
Marcoux steoke back her hair "lush green feilds where the horses prance and the little stream and bridge...just ours...the book shelves are filled with millions of books and whatever you want...the foxes would run around and have their own room with lush beds..."
Lacey sighed looking at her daughter "it makes the happiness lessen by a lot...I love having a baby but I can control the guilt...I can't eat, I can't sleep...I just don't know...she hates me, my best friend hates me..."
Emma was being brave on the whole trip to the barge, but she couldn't help the few tears that escaped once they reached it and he spoke his farewells. She nodded, leaning her forehead against his collarbone. "I shall miss you every day you are gone." She whispered, standing with the other teary eyed ladies and waving as the men boarded the ship. The captain shook his head, trying to urge them all to hurry up and board. "Lovers…" he grumbled. "I don't have all day!"James smiled, cradling her gently beside him. "Rest… I'll care for Donavon and make sure to get the wet nurse in an hour." He promised, kissing her forehead. "Sleep, baby. You did good today, and you need the rest." He whispered as she drifted off.
Iliana found herself being calmed by the words that he spoke, both because of what was said, and because he was the one speaking them. She could see their lovely home and wanted nothing more than to go there with him. But as she relaxed in his arms, drifting fitfully in and out of sleep, all she dreamed of was a world where Marcoux loved her, and she had foxes and hounds for children, and Lacey sat laughing by her side, seeing not a crib, but a friend.
Maxwell shook his head slowly. "I highly doubt that she hates you, Lacey. She was, and is, you best friend. If I were to guess, it is the exact opposite reason that she grew depressed. Have you even talked to her yet, since the baby was born? We have known from the start she was upset about being a surrogate, but why do you think that was?" He prompted. "If she truly hated you, she never would have said yes."
Edmund waved from the ship and sighed going to the other crew members, he put on the bandana and smiled "so where are we going?...I'm excited to sail the seas and go to the different islands...I just worry about my girl, she is amazing...the queens lady in waiting..."Marcoux sighed looking at the nurse "I need some medications please..." He was in utter pain and wasn't caring for himself but that small smile on her face while she slept was so worth it. He felt like things were going well and he couldn't wait to leave.
Lacey swallowed "she said she felt pressure from me...that im a pushy person...she didn't hate me before but she hates me now...she dealt with pain and she felt used though I tried to make her a part of it..."
A man with black hair tied back in a pony tail smiled a little and handed him a cutlas. "Don't mind the cap'n. Scorned lover, that one. Just don't mention your girl around him, and he'll be as cheerful as a bird in springtime." he slapped him on the back. "We'll be sail'n the seas, alright. A whole bloody month long. If you've got the legs for it, sailor."A nurse nodded, simply pressing a few tablets in his hands before bustling on. By night, the nurses got some reprieve, and could stop and talk to him, but by day, the hospital was busier than a bee hive, with all the sick that came in from the country. And all the while, Iliana slept in Marcoux's arms, looking like a pale and broken porcelain doll.
Maxwell swallowed, hating that his wife was so down about this, that this whole thing had turned out so horrible for Iliana. "Why don't we go visit her in the hospital?" he offered, kissing below her ear. "Then at least, we can make the effort and show we care, and if she really does hate you, we won't have lost anything by going."
Edmund grinned "I am ready for the adventure, what happened with the captain? Obviously his heart was speared...and you Sampson obviously know the story..." He raised a brow starting to whittle out a sea shell. Lacey nodded and gave a smile "tomorrow alright?...I still feel dizzy from passing out, and I think visiting hours are over...but we can take them the sweet puppy we found...that would help heal her...right?"
He looked over at him, leaning one foot on a keg that rested against the rail of the ship, "Let ye be warned…" he glanced out to the waves, speaking in ominous tones. "the cap'n fell in love with a fish lady, hear, and she chose a trout over him." he chuckled then. "Or that's how the tale goes around here." he nodded to the mast. "any good at climbing?"Maxwell smiled, glad that his love was seeing the bright side, and trying to fix things again. "Yes, that's a good idea." then he chuckled. "if a puppy can't fix things with those two, then nothing can." he joked, shaking his head. "but we'll find out tomorrow." he kissed her forehead, lying back on the bed.
Edmund chuckled and nodded climbing up the mast into the crows nest, he loved the view and the waves were crashing and the seagulls calling he felt free and excited "aye Sampson! I could stay up here forever!"The real story is the captain had a lass he left and she never came back to the barge and he came every year hoping she was there...she was a spainard gypsy that couldn't speak a word of English and he did call her the sea maiden.
Lacey smiled "thank you...want to hold little Evelyn?..." She passed the girl to her husband and smiled "just like this...it's alright she won't wake up..."
Sampson chuckled then, shaking his head. "Then you've got yourself a job! Last crow boy fell out during the storm. Mind you tie yourself down when the waves get rough!" He warned. Sampson well knew the true story of the captain, but they were mates enough that he didn't go around telling it to every new sailor he met. It was the captain's story to tell.Maxwell nodded, his eyes wide with excitement. "yes!" He breathed, holding their daughter in tender love. He was very careful, and moved his arms as she instructed, smiling brightly when the baby slept in his arms. "She's beautiful, Lacey…" he breathed.
The captain stepped out "why is the newbie in the crowd nest? Did we not have enough incidences with shark tooth? He needs a name what do you think Sampson?" He folded his arms and sighed "still no sign of her..." He fiddled with the intricate locket around his neck sighing "every women in Britain...and not mine..."Lacey smiled and nodded "isn't she? I think she is perfect...I'm sorry if I named her without your consent...she just looked just like a little Evelyn..."
Sampson turned as the captain came out, and he smiled a half smile. "He's there because he seems to like it, cap'n." He said, dipping his head. "But yes, the little bird does need a name." He agreed, looking back at the disappearing shores of Britain. "The world aint endless, though some men like to think so. We'll find her." he said, clapping his shoulder. "For now, where are we headed?"Maxwell shook his head slowly, not moving too much, as he didn't want to wake their precious baby. He smiled over at her. "It's a lovely name, and I'm glad you picked it. It suits her perfectly." he looked back down at her. "I never thought I'd live to see this day…"
Captain nodded and looked up watching the man "he a bird In a nest...I like sea bird what say you Sampson?" He watched compass spin near the helm "Tortuga for drinking trading and resting...then we set sail towards the island...with a good crow boy we can get through that fog."Lacey frowned "never thought you'd live? Whatevet are you talking about Maxwell? You aren't ill...are you?" She was worried now that wasn't something just to be said.
Sampson chuckled, shrugging. "Sea bird, why not? Suits him fine." he tugged on one of the lines and quickly tied it down tighter so they'd catch the wind. "Sounds like a good idea, cap'n." He said, knowing full well that all the men thoroughly enjoyed the stop at Tortuga. There were plenty a single woman there. He was excited by the prospect of finally making to the island, however, and he called out to the deck hands. "Oy! Tighten the sails! We sail for Tortuga!" There were cheers on deck. Maxwell immediately caught his mistake and he shook his head quickly, eyes wide. "No… I'm sorry… Lacey I swear I didn't mean it like that!" He insisted. "it's just a saying… I apologize, I shouldn't have said it."
The captain went back into his cabins and sighed looking at the photo of his love. He pressed his lips to hers and sighed "I'll find you..." He promised and looked over the parchment marked by ink and scratchings of many years. His grandfather and father all after the same thing...Sampson was his brother but they kept that quiet for obvious reasons.Edmund swung down grinning at Sampson "the infamous Tortuga?! Incredible! I've always dreamed about it as a boy...my father was a pirate but my mother left him and had me...I've always had sea salt in my veins..."
Lacey sighed in relief "so you aren't ill? Maxwell please that is the scariest thing I have ever heard...I can't live without you and I can't raise Evelyn without you..."
Sampson looked up as Edmund swing down to the deck of the ship again. He smiled. "Come to join the lowly folks, have you?" He inquired. "Sea Bird, is what people are calling you now." He said, smiling softly. "Sounds like you were born for the seas." He said, throwing a heavy arm around Edmund's shoulders. "Ay, we're bound for the infamous Tortuga. Tha place will rob you blind in a second if you're not careful."Maxwell shook his head insistently, not having meant to worry her at all. "No. I'm not Ill. I promise, Lacey." He said, kissing her forehead. "I'm aide and kicking and going to be the little one's father."
Edmund laughed lightly "I have nothing to rob, I spent my spendings on my love...she is the most beautiful creature in the world...it was hard telling her goodbye but before I would have been hung for even embracing her..." He looked over the edge and down at the waves and fish "what about you mate? Have a special lass?"Lacey hugged him and kissed his cheek "Mmm im glad..." She sent Evelyn back in the crib and nudged her nose with his "is it true there might be another war?..."
Sampson chuckled, shaking his head. "Lovesick Sea Bird, hm?" he said, finding that cute and amusing at the same time. "Don't worry, you'll see your lass again soon." Then his eyes softened and he glanced out at the shimmering water. "I aint in love with anything but the waves, kid. Never have been, never will be. They're wild and reckless, but you can trust them."Maxwell smiled, gently passing over Evelyn so she could be put back in the crib. He smiled, gathering up Lacey in his arms then. "There's been whisperings of a war. But no real evidence yet." He promised. "Nothing has been confirmed."
Edmund looked out and saw the island, they arrived at the island and he helped them unboard and ducked as a parrot squacked and landed on the captains shoulder. The rest of the crew cheered and rushed out to the taverns and the brothels. Jacqueline was leaning against a post waiting for Sampson, she was not a lady of the island but a pirate herself and they loathed eachother she was furious as he exited "you better have my money or this sword will be going through your sternum mate." She growled her eyes flashing angrily.
Sada's caravan was waiting on the shores closest to the island, and had sent a few of the girls who were best at seeing fortunes over to try and get some coin out of the drunken sailors that often wanted their fortunes told. She sat in the back of the colourful patched tent, clothed from head to toe in red silk, a red veil covering her face. Coins and bead were woven through her clothes and in her hair and there were bells on her toes. Her job was not to talk to the tourists, but to just sit there and look nice and run her delicate fingers over the crystal ball sitting in front of her. Sampson, even though he didn't care for the brothels, did end up spending most of his coin on drink in the taverns, that, like any sailor, he was partial to. His smile disappeared when a familiar figure pounced on him, her sabre out. "Lay off, woman." he snarled, ill tempered. "I'll have your bloody money tonight. Can't you very well leave me alone for a while?" he casually flicked the sword away. "I thought you were supposed to be earning your keep at the brothels…"
Thomas rolled his eyes at the festivities of the crew, he sat by the tent of the fortune givers but he was interested in false prophetess. He knew his fortune would be find at the island. He pet the stray dog at his feet and sipped his grog thinking to himself about his love.Jacqueline growled putting the sword up to his throat glaring hard at him "I am no man's women...and I am no lady...I am a more successful sailer then you will ever imagine, get me my money or you won't be sleeping tonight." She growled and stepped back "sexist pig..."
As her sister Maria gave the fortunes of a sailor, Sada let her eyes wander out to the torch lit streets where men were enjoying themselves in all manner of ways. There was one man, sitting near the edge of the tent, and for a moment, he looked familiar. Sada's breath caught in her throat and she tensed, the crystal ball slipping from her hands to thud in the sand at her feet. "Thomas…" She whispered. The sailor getting his fortune, looked up, confused. "Thomas? Who the heck is Thomas?" Maria shot her sister a glare and walked over. "Don't mind her, my sister gets strange visions sometimes." She slurred in her choppy English. "Sada." She hissed. "What do you think you are doing?" She steered her towards the back of the tent, and through the flap into their living quarters behind. "Stay here."Sampson raised his hands when she pressed her sabre against his throat. He had no doubt that she would use it on him. He stayed still, just glaring at her as she hissed and spat and then stepped back. "Right you're not a woman. I forgot. Sorry little pussy cat. Want me to fetch you some milk?" he growled, stomping passed her. "You'll have your money." He called over his shoulder, not looking back.
Thomas looked up as he heard his name, he heard her name and quickly got up and into the tent. The crew straightened in fear and intimidation. He looked around at the gypsies and spoke in their language "Who did you speak of when you said the name Sada?..."Jacqueline growled angrily and threw her grog after him as she folded her arms leaning against the bar stool. How she loathed men, she was just as capable as any man and better but planks of wood like him kept the same ole sterotypes up.
Maria looked up as a new sailer paced into the tent, but she didn't seem phased. She merely surveyed him, and noted that he was a captain, and probably had coin to spend. Her smile was soft as she slid up beside him and guided him towards the chair across from her. "Merely my sister, captain." She spoke, in her own language, her words smooth in this tongue. "Your fortune awaits…"Sada sat on the brightly coloured rugs in the living space in the tent behind the fortunes tent, she had a veil on, and was happy that it covered her face enough that Thomas would probably not recognize her. She was shocked that he even found her, as she had been very careful to stay away from the man who had tamed, and then broken her heart.
Sampson spun and caught the bottle, inches from his face, smiling at her, he dipped his head in salute and then gulped down the remaining drink. He turned then, and strolled into the taverns, not to drink, but to gamble, and get the money for Jacky. He wasn't going to show up empty handed, and he was the best gambler in this country.
Thomas recognized those eyes peering from above the veil, so gorgeous and deep they could pierce a soul and heart as they did to him those many years ago. He sat across from her "I have no fortune I wish to be told, ever since a woman shattered my heart I have no need to know the dismal future that lays before me." he said in her language and pulled out the locket "I wish to find her..."Jacqueline felt a wave of anger and yet...her cheeks flushed that was impressive, she hated being impressed by such a pig...she pulled her hat over her curly wild hair and headed to the poker tables, she was three tables away from him.
Sada tensed as Thomas sat down across from her. He was exactly as she remembered, and… he remembered her. Sada slowly looked up at him, finding that her stomach flip flopped in the exact same way that it used to when she had been with this captain. Though she was scared, his words had warmed her and let her hope. Her brackets clinked and chimed as she moved a delicate hand to lay on his arm. "Your fortunes may not be as dismal as they seem." She said, her voice just as silky as her sister's. She reached up with the other hand and unhooked the veil, letting it fall. Sampson sat at his table, ever just smirking quietly as he dealt his cards. Every sailor always thought he was winning until the very last round, when he played them all, and took the pot. After three games, he was a wealthy man. Wealthy enough to buy some drinks, pay back Jacky, and also to get angry stares from the other players. He saluted and took his cue to leave then. Passing Jacqueline's table, he dumped a bag of coin in front of her without a word, and left the tavern.
Thomas leaned in and cupped he face "Sada...my maiden of the sea..." He whispered caressing her gorgeous caramel skin and down her Cupid bow lips as he leaned in and kissed her "I've been a wreck...you didn't show up at the barge...why?"Jacqueline rose and went after him after he gave her the money "your good on your word that much you have going for you...now get out of here, I don't want to see your greasy ponytail around again." She spun on her heel heading to the inn where they could stay. She sat on her bed and pushed the coins to the side and shook her head, couns did not soothe the beast that wanted revenge.
Sada closed her eyes, leaning against him as he dipped down and kissed her. His lips were as she remembered too. She would have cried then, and her forehead did wrinkle in pain, but she didn't cry, she was good at holding back tears. "I… I saw you…" Her voice broke and she shook her head, pulling her face away from his. "The night before… with Rosaline…" Her words were fluid, until she hit the English name, and then her words grew rough, either because of the language, or anger, it was hard to tell. "You spent months trying to get my clothes off, and when I say no, you go find another girl to get in bed?" She asked, her emotions roiling up inside her. Of course, she didn't know for sure that that was what he was doing with Rosaline, but that was what it had looked like through the window…Sampson snorted to himself. The one thing going form him? Hah. He thought he had a whole lot more going for him than just that. Sampson wasn't unhappy with his body. But apparently she was. He shook his head. "Wouldn't want to spend anymore time around you, Kitty!" He called back, striding into another tavern that was known for its drink. Then he plunked down one of his two remaining coin bags, an asked for a round that would last the night. He wanted to lose himself in drink this one night.
Thomas frowned pulling back, she was in pain some invisible pain he couldn't fathom. He knelt by her side to show she had the upper hand and respect she deserves "I never laid with Rosaline..." He promised and pushed her cheek back to look at him "you know I am a crew doctor...I take care of my men and injuries...she was hurt...she died the same night Seda...a infection from a broken bottle that penetrated her...I was just examining her...not laying..."Jacqueline woke up to a knife at her neck, a bunch of broken drunk smiles shine through the moonlight as they forced her outside in her night clothes. They tired her wrists as she thrashed and screamed 'dance girly! You want to be treated like a man might as well find sone use for that body!'
Sada didn't know what strong emotion flowed through her at that moment, but she knew immediately that it felt a whole lot like relief. He had not laid with another woman. He had not laid with someone else. Sada looked down at him, tears finally shining in her eyes. "I'm sorry for not asking you." She whispered. "I'm sorry for not trusting you." She added. "I… You don't know how it broke me… I thought… I thought…"Sampson finished three large drink before his stomach actually felt warm, and he was satisfied. He staggered out into the streets, bottle in hand, last money bag tucked safely at his hip, and slowly wandered back to the hotel. That was when he heard a cry that sent his hair standing on end. His blue eyes narrowed and he scanned the streets, trying to find where it came from.
Thomas was relieved to feel the pain wash away from her energy, he cupped her face and softly meaningfully kissed her "I love you Sada...I look not at any women...I loathed and dispised any women my men fell for...all of them crying and promising...I just wanted you..." He leaned his forehead against hers "I wish I could take you with me...but then men..." He sighed moving her hair back "they aren't polite..."Jacqueline cried out again as they forced her to remove her clothes and dance for them like the brothel girks in the middle if the town with many hungry watchers. She was swearing at them and wishing they would all die "go to hell!"
Emma looked up as Edmund returned and she smiled, happy to see him, and that he had good news. Then her eyes widened and she nearly dropped the rolls. "What? How can this be?" She asked, blushing and only daring to be hopeful. "What's happened, Edmund, what are you hiding?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
Iliana was relieved when Marcoux picked her up and carried her back into a nice quiet bed away from everyone else. She felt so empty. She felt like she had been used, and now her purpose was over. She was an object discarded, and Iliana couldn't help the dark thoughts that entered her mind.
Maxwell immediately drove over, rushing into the house. When he saw the baby girl, he smiled, tears brimming in his eyes. "She's perfect, Lacey, just amazing."