The Story Of Morgan Thatcher
By: Quill
Her eyes traveled along the swollen clouds of the horizon as a sigh escaped her pursed lips. The sea was smooth as glass. It was calm, eerily calm, the calm before the storm. She hated the rain, it always brought with it painful memories. But today, today it seemed almost fitting. It was as if the heavens themselves knew what this day would bring and had painted the backdrop, setting the stage. She closed her eyes escaping to a memory, the sound of the falling drops lulling her deeper into her mind until she could almost hear the rain drumming it’s steady beat on the roof of the inn. It had been raining that day too she recalled. The day she had met him.
Morgan had been alone, sitting at an old worn table in a corner of the inn, tracing patterns absentmindedly into the wood as she watched strangers emerge, wind swept and rain soaked, into the dry relief of the inn. The Dancing Dove was a safe haven from the sweeping winds and pouring rains, it’s warm, inviting glow leading sailors and crooked characters alike into the structure. Her gaze followed everyone, picking up details, such as their hair and eye color, to the weapons they carried on their belts. One man in particular drew her glance repetitively. She did not miss the way he moved with such muscular grace, or the numerous weapons he carried in the open and concealed. The last detail she observed was his face, he had a ridiculously handsome face framed by a halo of black curls, but it was his eyes that startled her, his most striking feature. They were the color of the sea before a storm, his azure orbs raised and met her own and he smiled. The man walked toward her table, sidestepping barmaids and drunkards as he went. He reached her, bowed and introduced himself, “Hello madam. Edmond Conner at your service.” This was the beginning of their relationship and to her annoyance and against her better judgement, she fell in love. They fell in love, neither knowing what grim a fate hung over them.
Staring at the sea ,she sighed again. The churning waters matched his eyes today… she quickly banished the thought form her head, refusing to dwell any longer on. him.. She turned form watching the tide lick the sides of her ship to face her crew. Though she was a woman, her skill in battle and unfailing courage had long since won her the respect and fear of her sailors. “Men!” her voice rang out over them bring all activity to a halt. “Today we fight! A fight that will shape our futures, a future of sailing these waters free and feared, or a future that ends with us dance’in a jig on gallows hill.” She paused, her piercing gaze sweeping her audience. “So men what will be?” A roar arose and swelled from the crowd. “We fight!” she cried, thrusting her sword skyward “Let’s show these navy dogs what a real battle is!” She smiled a grim smile and retreated into her cabin, leaving her men in an uproar readying themselves for battle. And so it begins, she thought. How ironic that the man they send to destroy me is the only man who has ever loved me.,
Edmond drew the brass spyglass to his eye, there it was, The Storm’s Rise. No matter how much he willed it to vanish, it remained rising and falling with the waves. He hated himself for what he must do, a deep and resounding self-loathing had entered his heart and would not release. There was no way he could have escaped it, this fate, this horrible destiny. They had known what they were doing, in the back of each of their minds they knew what the outcome for such a relationship would be. Yet they had welcomed the feelings with open arms. The heart does not concern itself with such matters as rank and law. It does not recognize thoughts or doubt, it sees only what is, it recognizes only emotions. When it finds its match it embraces it, defies all rationality. Love is unconditional and illogical, so much so that the love between a pirate and navy captain becomes no more than the love between a man and women that fate brought together.
His ship drew closer with each resounding tick of the clock. Each tick was like a drum beat, steady, not matching the wild patterns that her heart was beating out. It was not fear for her self hat made it beat so. It was fear for him, for his life and well being. Most of all it was the unwavering love she held for him, even though that ship was death itself, come for her at last. She had no intentions of surviving this battle. Her words to the crew had been empty lies, but she did intend to go out with a fight. Oh yes she would meet her fate, but she would not do so lightly. She would be fighting both tooth and nail until the end, yes she would go out with a fight!
Rain poured onto the decks of the ship. Lightning flashed, illuminating the skies, reflecting across the blade of her sword as she quickly cut down another enemy. The lady pirate turned, crimson stained water flowed under her feet as she paused to watch the battle. Bodies lay where they had fallen. Every man was engaged in combat, but her eyes were searching for one man in particular when she felt the flat of a sword tap her shoulder. She muttered a curse at being taken by surprise and turned to see a pair of azure eyes meet her own. He smiled as if there was not a furious battle erupting all around them, while she struggled to control the emotions on her face. “My lady.” he said mock bowing, despite herself she smiled and curtsied “Good sir.” she answered cheekily. She raised her blade and in answer he raised his own, steel met in a clash as thunder rolled in the distance. Their swords were a blur as the two fought, each meeting the others blows perfectly. They were at an impasse, both equally matched in skill, both masters at their art. Their swords locked at the hilt, they were trapped as each struggled to hold their stance. “Morgan, I’m sorry.” he said his eyes softening for a moment, “Don’t.” she answered, “Don’t make this harder than it already is.” She stepped and their blades met again with a great clash, “Please believe me when I say this is the last thing I ever wanted.” he pleaded with her “Believe me when I say that I love you…I.” she cut him off “Well you know what they say; murder is the ultimate crime of passion.” He grinned at that, making no reply, only swinging his blade down, which she parried just in time. To her surprise he suddenly embraced her, effectively putting a halt to their battle. As they fought Edmond’s second in command watched, wondering what relations his captain had with this women. It was clear that the two had met, if only he could have heard what was being said. He had his suspicions, his notions seemed ridiculous even to him, but it seemed his worst fears were confirmed when he saw the pair embrace suddenly. Without a second thought he fired a single shot from his pistol and watched as his target fell.
To Edmond time seemed to slow. It passed in moments not seconds, days not minutes. He watched in horror as the woman he loved feel limp into his arms. She smiled at him unable to speak. She raised her hand to grasp his. As she drew her last shuddering breath, her hand fell limp, her green eyes closed on the world and she knew no more.
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