I was sleeping. Was I? I didn't feel pain. I didn't know what I felt actually. Like, I wasn't in my body, but I was. I started dreaming. I saw me an' mum, back home. We were visiting Mark's grave. It was raining out. I was laying on her lap, crying, while she did too. "Is Miss Read here?" A man asked. "Present." My mother said. "A letter from Margret Read." "Thank you, sir." The man left. "Oh God." Mum said. "What's wrong?" I remember asking through tears. "Nothing darling. Grandmum wants us to visit." "Why?" "Mary, please, just... When we get home... Trust me." "Mum, I'm scared." "Don't be." I kept crying. Then, mum put her hand on my shoulder. She sang something. I'll never forget it. "And all I've done, for want of wit, to memory now, I can't recall." I fell asleep.
When I woke up, we were at our home. Mum was pacing around the room and most of Mark's clothes were layed on his bed. "Mary, hurry, wake up." I stood up. She dressed me in Mark's jacket over my undergarments, she cuffed the sleeves, and gave me boots. My hair was down and was a little over my shoulders. "Come here, Mary." She braided my hair, and put in beads at the ends that she'd gotten from my "father" who got them in Jamaica. My hair was still long. She grabbed a Red Bandana from Mark's chest and tied it around my hair. "Mother, why are you dressing me like a boy?" I now know why she did this.
The music went on. I didn't know who sang, but I wanted to. I tried to wake up, but I couldn't. I moved my hand, but that's the most I could manage.
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I'll Be With You
FanfictionEdward Kenway made a promise to Mary Read that he would do his part, but what happens when someone he loves is unstable? Can he keep his promise, or will it all come crashing down on him?
