Emerald Seas II

Chapter 3

Floating upon the wind, long red curls waved graciously around, which touched by the candlelight almost seemed made of gold strings. A white gown twirled and twirled in circles as the figure wearing it kept on spinning and spinning around. Dancing seductively and swaying like following the movements of the ocean's waves. Feet carrying the figure closer and closer until the figure still dancing created a shadow now standing before the end of a bed. The light behind it showing the curves of the slender body, bending down and crawling onto the bed, the red silken sheets moving along with the hands of the figure approaching. Getting close now, so, so close.

Three slender fingers moved down his chest to the fabric of his cravat, two emerald eyes stared deeply, so deep it could enter someone's soul, and one rosy cheek touched the side of his face. The sent of English roses entered his nostrils while the touch of a warm breath behind his ear made him pleasantly shiver. The reddish-pink glossy lips that came from the shadow of the figure's face moved closer and closer until the breath that had been playing with his neck hairs, now almost touched his lips. Opening his mouth welcoming the beautiful lips it felt like his heart would burst from his chest.

Cutler arose from his bed with a scream. Sweaty and breathing like his life depended on it. His chest risen from the mattress Cutler tried to control his breathing as his heart was beating in a quick rhythm. Looking around while sitting up with the red silken sheets of his bed still covering his legs, he watched his empty bedroom covered in the dark of the night. It had no use, sleeping was pointless if this dream kept on hunting him. It was a dream that hadn't come to pass many times, but Cutler figured the dream came back to him after he invaded Port Royal, after arresting Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann. It was their wedding that had remembered Cutler of the wedding he would have had, once, a long time ago. It had awoken something in him that welcomed this dream for the last couple of nights.

Cutler too realized it wasn't just a dream, it was a nightmare at the same time. It was about an unreachable desire, torture because even while dreaming it, it all seemed so real. But when waking up Cutler had to realize it was just his subconsciousness remembering every single part of his beloved and long lost fiance, Kate. Making him relive it all. Her smell, her touch, her appearance. Being awake Cutler had to come down to earth to see it all fade away from his view, this dream was a nightmare because it was showing him, someone, he could never feel, touch or hold again.

Cutler carried his feet to the floor where his boots still standing next to the bed waited for him. Slowly getting up Cutler decided to dress and start his day, even though it was the middle of the night. It was when he finished dressing there was a loud knock on the door of his bedroom, the door that was a side entry from the beach of the building. Opening the door Cutler faced Mr. Mercer, slightly breathing as if he had been in a fight. But Mercer always managed to carry a calm face.

'Milord, as we predicted the Governor tried to sent word to the King, to see if he could get Miss Swann away from Port Royal and sent her to England..' Mercer started and Cutler carried himself outside with his lantern that was next to his bed on the nightstand, he closed the door behind him entering the balcony watching the docks of Port Royal.

'Of course, I managed to stop the Governor. We took him to the cells of the Fort, now that we have a reason to lock him up. Releasing his daughter from the prison made him guilty as well' Mercer continued with his Scottish accent while he watched his master in the darkness of the night, with only the orange hue of the candlelight touching their faces.

'But?' like Cutler could read his mind, he sensed Mercer wasn't done with his report.

'Miss Swann has escaped. Even before we could get to the carriage Governor Swann was moving her in, she was gone' Mercer spoke quickly with a growl to his voice. Cutler cursed something unintelligible. Mercer handed Cutler over the paperwork of his report.