Pirates, Kings, and Love. Oh my.

Chapter 7

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VII

I watched as the sunlight moved across my room. There wasn’t much coming through the window because the sun was now in the middle of the sky.

My cheeks were still damp with tears and my nose was congested. My stomach growled and I rolled over. I sat up in the hammock, letting my feet hang down.

I had no home. I had never thought of it that way. I had only thought that Jonathan and I would be free together. But now that dream is vanquished and reality has caught up with me.

I looked around my little room. The bed was not four-poster, the writing desk was not hand carved with intricate patterns, and the chest of drawers did not hold exquisite gowns. But still, I found comfort in these drab surroundings.

My little room made me feel happy. Unlike back home.

I guess I couldn’t keep calling my old life home, since it never was. It was just a state of being. I lived there, but it wasn’t living. I was just going through the motions.

Here I had more freedoms, I could chose what I wanted to do. Even if I couldn’t be on deck during the day, I had all night. And that was enough for me.

My stomach growled again. Ok, maybe the rule will have to bend a little for now. Or else all they’ll find of me is a shriveled up corpse.

But Heath was already quite upset with me. And even though we’ve had our share of spats, I didn’t want to make him any more upset. He did have a crew to manage and I didn’t want to bother him anymore.

Well then how would I get around on deck during the day without being seen? If I could blend in then I wouldn’t upset Heath. Well, at least not as much. Hopefully.

My stomach growled so loudly I thought for a second that I was making the boat rock instead of the waves. Swinging my legs over the side of the hammock, I got up and headed for the door.

“Oomph!” My foot caught on something and I fell face first onto the ground. Rubbing my cheek I sat up.

“Blasted skirts.” The skirts I had taken off early are what I had tripped on. They are such bothersome things. Even when I escaped to my room I had hardly managed not tripping on the one skirt I still wore. Men had it easy, wearing breeches that line their legs instead of frivolous skirts.

A thought rushed into my mind like a steam locomotive through the countryside.

I got up and tore through the door and into the storage room. I frantically searched for a mirror. I ran through the entire length of the helm at least five times, each time looking for a different box to search in.

“Um, am I interrupting something?” I smiled as I turned and saw Tuck standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“No, not at all!” I exclaimed through  the wisps of hair that had fallen into my eyes. I quickly tried to set them right but gave up when they fell back where they were.

“Well then. Should it concern me that your face is quite red and half the crates are in disarray?” a small smile played at the sides of his mouth.