A Weather Eye on the Horizon

A Weather Eye on the Horizon (25)

hello, y'all. well, i'm very happy to say that i have FINISHED this book! on microsoft word, anyway. Sorry, but i'm not going to update it all at once, so there's a couple more updates to be had! I'm very glad that i have finished, because i was experiencing some writer's block at one point. This is a great deal for me, i know it doesn't seem like a lot but it is for me. I haev 43,000 words, 113 pages (on mic. word anyway and that's what counts) and it took almost 11 months!!! I've been doing this book since last August, but i didn't write much in the winter cuz of school and stuff (and basically i've had writer's block). Okay, why am i telling you this?

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Thursday, November 28th, 1720

Dear little book,

The strangest thing happened today. While I was walking outside on the beach, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Sam, Margaret’s brother and Luke’s old friend. He looked older than I remember, maybe eighteen, with his dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. He wore breeches and a smart jacket, both impeccable. He looked out of place on the sand which I was sprawled upon. I could only look up at him from where I lay on the beach.

“Good morning,” he said cordially, and I nodded. I could not think of what to say, but he was continuing, “I heard that you were back.” I nodded again, probably not making it any easier for him, but what was I supposed to say? Wasn’t it a little obvious that I was back?

“I wanted to welcome you back,” he said, still sounding as supercilious as ever. I managed a smile.

“Thank you,” I said, though I hardly felt like smiling.

He cleared his throat, looking across the waves. I realized suddenly that I was being a little rude by sitting on the sand and quickly stood up. He looked at me. “Oh, that’s all right,” he assured me. “You do not have to stand. I know you are probably used to sitting among pirates and such.” He smiled.

I felt my face flush. They were not pirates so much as… I guess, pirates. Still, that did not mean he could talk about them like that. I mean, they are normal people. Such as David… but I do not want to talk about David.

I tried a smile but it came out cold. “Yes,” I agreed in frigid politeness.

Sam looked awkward, not at all how I remember him. “Well, Annie, I really wanted to come here to tell you…” His voice trailed off.

“Yes?” I prompted.

He looked straight into my eyes. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Navy ball next week with me.”

I stared at him. “Excuse me?” I said weakly. He repeated his request, looking earnestly at me, but I could not speak. I think he took it for pleasurable shock, because he reached for my hand, but I pulled it away.

“I’m sorry,” I breathed, and suddenly his dark eyes in front of me flashed green, and I was looking at David’s face, smirking at me with his usual mocking, the eyes blazing with a radiant green fire. I couldn’t breathe.

All I could think about was how David swung in the ropes, how he landed on the deck in the midst of the angry crew that horrible day, of how he dived into the sparkling waters, how he grinned, the mocking grin with one corner turned up… how he had saved my life on that stormy day…

And then, I knew. I knew that I could not go with Sam. He was and is not the one for me. And my heart ached as I stared across the sea, which is green like David’s eyes, except his are a sort of leaf green. They were…

But I do not know why I am saying this. Because he is gone, isn’t he? Dead.

Hanged.

And so I choked out to Sam, “I’m sorry, but I cannot. I – I am too young, please, do not ask me now…”

He nodded slowly. “I understand… some other time, perhaps?”

“Perhaps,” I said in a strangled voice although I knew I never would.

 He nodded again, and then turned and made his way back to the village, and the docks… the docks. Suddenly I could not take it any longer. I ran from the beach to the place where some fisherman’s boats were docked. And then I sank down on one of them and cried my heart out.

Saturday, November 30th, 1720

Dear little book,

It is growing colder. Not very cold, of course, but cooler than the summer. I am helping Mama out around the house. She is, after all, nearly eight months pregnant and cannot do what she used to be able to do. And with dear Grandma gone…

I do not know what there is to write about. I am still flustered after Sam’s approach and I think my family is beginning to think I am losing my mind.

The question is, am I?

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