“It’s Turner now, actually.” she said aloud.
But then she heard the voice, that familiar lilt, and it was all around her, in the water and in her head.Īnd then she was once again above the surface, taking in a gasping breath of air, treading water desperately. She loved the sea so much and a silly wave was going to kill her. She tried to break the surface, but the water was too violent for her to pull herself up. The wave that hit her next came out of nowhere, knocking her off her feet, swept even deeper by the undertow. Instantly feeling foolish, she opened her eyes and started to move back ashore. She closed her eyes and reveled in the ocean’s power and majesty and whispered a single word. The water came up to her chest now and suddenly a thought struck her. Another wave crashed upon the sand, taking her further out. If she was to live ten years without the sea, surely he would allow her this one bittersweet farewell. She started to walk into the surf, delighting in the cool waves lapping at her ankles. She climbed to her feet, dusting the sand off her black dress and looked out at the horizon with a steely determination. What did the land have to offer her but a chest with her husband’s still-beating heart inside and a ten year sentence of solitude? The thought was almost unbearable. On the seas, she could be anyone, a King even. Were her adventures and triumphs abroad for nothing but to return to her corseted prison beginning? She felt exactly like she had two years ago, awaiting the Commodore’s proposal on the ledge of the fort in Port Royal. She felt helpless to her fate, as if she’d come full circle.
Not only for Will, but for the sea, for herself, and her freedom. She wanted to cry for everything she had lost. His destiny, a voice in her head amended.Īnd yet, all the while, her heart ached for more selfish reasons. Dropping to her knees in the sand, clutching at her racing heart, she wished she could tear it out of chest and give it to him. Ten years she had promised him and ten years she would live with only this sunset, this fleeting day to keep her company.Īs she watched the horizon, a feeling of hopelessness began to set upon her, bearing its weight down on her. His last words… keep a weather eye on the horizon. With a flash of green, he was gone from her and yet she could still feel the warmth of his cheek against hers, the rush of long-awaited passion consummated, and his voice. Even if she had wanted to shed tears, she found she had none left.
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