Adele: Another Surprise

The adoration I had for William when I only knew him as the gorgeous sailor I spent most of my time staring at, quickly turned to annoyance when he began bossing me around.  As the ship came in to port, I was still locked away in the small store room with him, growing increasingly frustrated.

'And why can't I tell Gerald about you?'  I paced up and down, all pretence at manners gone.

'Because you just can't.  You have to trust me on this one Adele.'  His eyes pleaded with me to agree with him but I was past the point of trying to be co-operative.

'So the man who abducts me and locks me in a room with him before telling me he's here to help me and my friend on the one condtion I don't tell said friend a word about it, expects me to trust him!  You are unbelievable!'  I ran to the door pushing on the wood but it wouldn't budge.  'Why won't you let me out?  There are things I need to be doing.'

William grabbed my shoulders and put himself between me and the door.  'I'll let you out as soon as you promise not to say anything to Gerald.'

'And where am I meant to have been when he couldn't find me in my room?  If I say I was locked in a room with a strange man but I can't tell him who he is then it's going to look a little suspicious.'

A small grin pulled at Williams face.  'You're a smart girl Adele, you'll think of some lie to tell Gerald.'

'OK two things.  One, I am not lying to Gerald.  He needs to be able to trust me and if he finds out I've been lying to him then I'll be in serious trouble.'

'Adele you're part of a secret society, lying comes as part of the package.'

'Not to your own side!'

'Fair point.  Now what is number two?'

'Number two.  I'm not a girl!'  An uncontrolled laugh escaped from William's lips.  'I am twenty years old and therefore count as an adult woman.'

'Is that seriously one of your biggest concerns?'  William laughed again, despite the angry look on my face.  'I'm sorry if I offended you Madame.  It won't happen again.'

I pushed him out of the way of the door, desperately trying to get out.  Being in the same room as him was starting to become suffocating.  'For God's sake, let me out,' I demanded, kicking the door.

'Only if you promise.'  He looked at me in a teasing way, knowing I was about to crack because he was getting on my nerves.

'Fine I won't say anything.'  Smiling, William pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door.  'But if it does become an issue and people are going to suffer, I'll have to tell him.'

'I know you will,' he smirked as I walked away from him, taking a lamp from the storage room with me.

As soon as the room was out of sight I ran towards where I thought my cabin was.  Luckily I could work out where I was, and within minutes I was throwing my things into a trunk.  A fist hammered on my door and Gerald walked in.

'Are you not ready?  We've arrived and need to get going as soon as possible.'

'I know,' I said, still rushing around.  'I'm nearly done, I promise.'

'You might want to hurry up though.  There is something outside you need to see.'  Gerald left the room, leaving me to wonder what was going on outside.

Five minutes later I appeared on deck and looked on London for the first time.  Of course it wasn't as beautiful as Paris but it still looked quite impressive.  I hardly had any time to take in the bustling atmosphere of the city before Gerald found me and pulled me off the ship.

'Look there.'  He pointed towards a news stand, where a young boy was trying to sell a daily paper.

'What is it?'

'Look at the headline,' Gerald insisted.   I looked at the paper the boy was holding, scrunching up my face in a squint in an attempt to read the writing on the front page.

Revolution in France!  The Bastille falls to the revolutionaries!

'It's started,' I breathed as Gerald steered me into a waiting carriage.

'This is not a good time to be a Frenchman in England,' Gerald muttered as he pulled the door closed behind us.  He yelled an address to the driver and we drove away.

As I looked back at the ship I saw William, dressed well in a suit and top hat, a walking cane in his hand.  Although he was disappearing into the distance at a significant speed, I could have sworn he winked at me as our eyes met.  I shook my head, telling myself to stop imagining things and concentrated on what there was to see as we drove through London.

The End

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