The week feels so slow with only once a week updates...
I hope you all have a stellar weekend. Mine consists of completing a project I've had a month and a half to work on... But I procrastinated and that has given me only three days to finish it. Hehe... If there is anything I've learned in college, it's to start and finish your work ON TIME!
So, rant over. Go forth and read. Enjoy!
XOXO
sophie9630
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EIGHTEEN
Abbie wasn't sure which baffled her more; the fact that she had never heard the story of King Charles II and his cover-up, or that Port and the rest of his crew seemed to vehemently believe its reality.
A pirate making clues to find pieces of a parchment containing a cryptic message was the reason the crew had dropped everything and decided to sail for Cuba? Abbie trusted Port to be telling her the truth, but wondered if the information he'd been given was as reliable as he believed.
Of course, neither of them would know if the treasure truly existed until they began the hunt in Cuba. While it was hard to believe, Abbie's excitement was slowly returning as she thought about the adventurous hunt.
"I know that it might be out of place for me to ask—"
"Yer wantin' to know if ye can join us on the hunt, ain'tcha?" Port interrupted, another grin playing on his lips. Abbie nodded, blushing, and the captain burst into a fit of laughter.
Before she could be offended at his sudden outburst, the captain explained himself. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say ye've got some pirate in ye!"
While Abbie thought the idea of becoming Lady Haughtington had been hilarious, the idea of her being a pirate was by far much more comical. She was neither a lady nor a pirate, and the realization that she fell somewhere in between made her join Port in his boisterous laughter.
Their elation was short-lived, however, when a stone-faced Finn coughed from behind the captain. Port turned to face his first mate, and Abbie watched Finn's eyes widen as he saw her.
His somber countenance returned quickly, and Abbie wondered what he had been thinking in that half-second of emotion.
He obviously had important news to share with Port; his stance was firm and he stared directly into the captain's eyes. Abbie had a feeling that she was about to intrude on a very significant conversation and felt rude, but could not find the power to make her feet move.
Finn, still eager to share with Port, overlooked the fact that the young girl still stood within listening distance.
"Cap'n, I think I've uncovered the meaning of the last part," he said, a slight waver in his voice.
Abbie guessed by the way Finn looked at the captain that the Irish man strived to please the captain like a father. Ever since the night she'd discovered him drinking alone in the crow's nest, the signs of just how much Finn missed his biological father were becoming more and more obvious.
Decoding the message would make Port proud of him, and in turn, Finn would be satisfied with himself. For being a twenty-three-year-old man, Finn was very childlike in that manner.
Port nodded once by acknowledgment, and Finn continued. "Well, about the body bound by stone... I am not one-hundred percent certain, but I was thinking, where do you find bodies?"
"A cemetery," Abbie supplied, eager to be hearing the clue for the first time.
Finn was taken aback; a quizzical look plastered his face.
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Neither Lady nor Pirate (Complete)
AventurăAbbie has never been what one would call a typical lady. Trying to keep up with England's rich and powerful is far too much work, and Abbie has never enjoyed the endless games of chasing acknowledgement form her peers. When she's engaged rather un...
