A Weather Eye on the Horizon

A Weather Eye on the Horizon (29)

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Thursday, December 19th, 1720

Dear little book,

            Things have been so hectic around here! But the most surprising and earth-shattering thing has happened today.

            I went down to the beach alone today, because I needed some time to myself and wanted to think. The water was beautiful: a light blue-green color that sparkled in the sunny light. I kicked at some sand and watched the seagulls flying overhead. It was perfect, so beautiful.

            But of course, nothing ever stays that way.

            I heard footsteps behind me and turned. I somehow knew who it was going to be before I even took in the dark hair, knee-high boots, and brilliantly green eyes.

            David.

            I smiled. “Good afternoon,” I said.

            The corner of his mouth lifted in an almost-smile, which for him was not that disappointing. Sometimes, even a smile is amazing, knowing his mood changes. His eyes were dark, though, so I knew something was the matter.

            “Who said it was good?” His answer confirmed my thoughts. I sighed inwardly, mentally preparing myself for possible battle.

            “Are you all right?” I asked him, cautiously.

            He looked away from me, towards the sea. “Yes,” he said. “Well, no. Not at all. I don’t belong here, Annie. It’s not my home. I know you like this place, but you were brought up here and… I want to go back to America. See if I can find my father. I don’t know…” His voice trailed off.

            “Your father?” I repeated, surprised.

            David looked defensive. “I know what you think of him,” he said roughly, “and in truth I think much the same…but he’s still my father, Annie.” He paused, looking away. “I want to go home.” His voice was soft, as if he was ashamed at admitting this.

            I stared at the ground, heart sinking and biting my lip. What could I say? I could hardly blame him. After all, I did not feel at home at all on the William at first, and truthfully, I did nothing to hide the fact. I was constantly complaining, and I cannot help but admire David for never having said anything until now, especially since he was basically forced to live here.

            A sense of guilt rushed over me. “I understand,” I said, very softly. I did, too, as little as I wanted to admit it.

            David looked a little relieved. “I was hoping you would.” I understood the implied meaning: And I did not think you would.

            For a moment, we did not say anything. Neither of us could find anything to say. Then David sighed softly.

            “Annie,” he said, and I knew he was serious by his tone, “this is asking quite a lot, I know, but…”