Sir MontagueMature

I turned round to see a thirty-year-old man smiling at me with his few teeth, I swallowed hard, I had had trouble from this man before, he was one of the worst aboard the ship. I hit away his hand politely,

“Get your hands off me!” I said sternly, he beamed at me with his toothless mouth; I balled my hand into a fist and got ready to show my true colours,

“You heard her,” said a low strict voice, I didn’t look to see who it was, the man let go of my shoulder and cowered in terror. I breathed a sigh of relief, the low orange sun blinded me so I couldn’t see my savior,

“I order you to return to your duties Hoff,” the man said, Hoff bowed into the light and scuttled off, I turned back to look at the magical view of the bay, I could hear the waves splashing against the edge of the ship and the rocks around us. The island was brighter than the ship and the orange sun made everything seem so beautiful, the palms gently swayed in the sea’s breeze. The smell was sweet, a bit like perfume; it surrounded me and filled my head with the scent. Something touched my hand softly, it was resting against the railing of our ship, it was a loving touch, I knew whoever it was wasn’t looking for a woman’s company. I turned to see who it was, our ship was big and I did not know everyone aboard but I would have surely recognized this man, he had deep set brown eyes which swam with mysteries. He had shining brown hair which fell lazily over his forehead, his smile to match was heart warming and his lips were perfectly pink.

“It is beautiful, is it not?” he asked, I nodded speechless, “I am sorry, all these men…” he trailed off for a moment, “crave the company of a woman,” he smiled sadly, “It is sad really, but you Isabelle are the only woman aboard and a man’s desire is hard to defy.”

I smiled at him and he smiled back and looked back over the bay,

“Napoleon’s ship is just in the distance, can you see how big it is?”

“It is grand,” I said quietly,

“My name is William Montague,”

“Sir,” I curtseyed, he laughed to himself,

“I am not royalty but I have come aboard this ship to experience life out of London,”

“I see,” I smiled,

“Why are you here?” he asked, his eyes probing,

“The sea fascinates me, but my Father captains this ship,”

“Isabelle, will you join me tonight for dinner? I should very much like to introduce you to my brother,” he smiled,

“Of course, it would be my pleasure,” I smiled,

“I will meet you in the lounge at seven, it is formal attire,” he mentioned taking my hand and kissing it gently, “I very much look forward to it.” He grinned cheekily and bowed formally, I curtseyed again and watched as he sauntered off.

The End

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