Lus na gréine

What Awaits

Evie's POV

Scotland-1700s

Brianna and I walked into the tavern and noticed a young girl appearing to be arguing with her Da. Moose stands at my side almost clinging to me but look on guard and ready to attack if needed.

They seem to be arguing over her promised marriage to a gentleman who wanted to make her concubine.

Her father approaches Brianna, "Excuse me miss, I'm Joseph Wemyss. Can I have a minute on ye time?" He asked anxiously eyes goofing back and forth from me to Evie.

"Sure" Bri says begrudgingly.

"Should ye be in need of a servant, might ye consider my daughter?"

Bri starts to speak but is quickly interrupted.

He goes on to say, "The lass is one fine cook and a rare hand wi' a needle."

"I have no need of one." I look at Evie with unease.

"I've beg of you please. There is a man that desires her as a concubine."

That must be awful for her father to be in that position. The girl really needs Bri's help. Bri seems be annoyed and uninterested in the conversation going forward. I look at him sympathetically.

"Then don't let him have her."

"I have no choice. Her contract and mine have been brought by a broker who plans to sell her to the man unless I find someone else willing to secure her passage." He exclaimed.

The girl is attentively listening to the conversation unfold and looks to be patiently waiting for Bri's response.

"We're not going to the Atlantic. We staying in North Carolina."

"Please, just......Just meet her. This is Elizabeth"

The girl, Lizzie approaches and immediately says, "Your servant, Mistress."

Brianna goes to a man who appears to accountant for ship travels. Sighing while looking and smiling to Lizzie, she takes out a couple of coins and hands to the man.

"I would like to buy passage on the Phillip Alonzo for three."

"Your name?" The man asks.

"Brianna Randall".

Brianna, Elizabeth, and I walk out of the tavern.

Lizzie's father walks out and says, "Lizzie, don't forget to say your prayers.

Lizzie smiles and we head to the ship and set sail to North Carolina.

Roger's POV

Somewhere in North Carolina

I have looking for Bri for days. It seems like I'm heading dead end after dead end but I've refused to given up.

"Excuse sir, have you seen this lady? She recently arrived on Phillip Alonzo. I've made inquires but no one seen her" I ask another local. I show the man a sketched picture of Brianna.

"No I haven't" says the man.

Another man comes out, speaking with the gentleman about business. And I leave to have to have a drink at tavern.

While drinking some mead, I hear a familiar voice.

Brianna's POV