July 26, 2007

  • A Pirate Princess: Part 5

    She anxiously stepped inside O'Malley's cottage and carefully shut the door behind her, the place hadn't changed much from what she could tell; the furniture hadn't moved, the picture still hung where they always had, even the smells hadn't changed. A thick aroma of lilac wafted passed her, it was then she new that he would be coming home very soon. He would always pick some lilac and place it on the kitchen table before he left on an errand, he loved the soothing smell of it when he came home. She sat the bottle of Irish whiskey on the table and took off her coat. She almost felt at home again, she had been sailing the seas for so long that it just felt so good to slow down and stay a while. She walked around looking at the old paintings that were hanging on the wall for a while, remembering the past. She came across one of an old craggy sea coast with a pier jutting from it. It reminded her of when she and O'Malley were standing on a pier drinking whiskey, those were the good times. Yes, she was a pirate, but rum was not her favorite drink. She loved whiskey and it would be a pleasure to say cheers with O'Malley again, after all this time, when he returned. Finally, she sat down in a big leather chair. It sat in the corner where it always had, and she propped her booted feet up and went to sleep. It had been a long voyage, and she was ready to rest. Her last thoughts were of home and how at home she felt here, what a wonderful feeling to have after being adrift for so long.

    The sun had just said farewell to the day as the moon took up it's shift. A few hours had passed since she had nodded off awaiting the arrival of her friend. She didn't even hear him come in or pull up a chair. His presence went unnoticed until he could no longer endure the temptation to touch her. He gently brushed the hair from her face and grazed her cheek. Her soft, warm skin felt so inviting against his rough calloused hands. He just stared at her, as he had been doing for the passed hour. She looked so peaceful, he couldn't bring himself to wake her, but he had to touch her, just once, just to make sure he wasn't merely dreaming of this beautiful girl in boots, for he had thought of nothing but her since her departure so long ago. She was there,  Caliana, her skin as soft as it always had been, her warmth unmistakably pleasant. He wanted to kiss her but he stopped himself as she opened her eyes and whispered his name. That was always her greeting to him "Sean O'Malley!", it was the first thing she said to him when they met. She met him through her one of her cousins, she had heard so much about him and had heard his description so many times, the first time she saw him she knew exactly who it was, it was: Sean O'Malley. Unmistakably him. She got so excited she yelled out his name not even stopping for an introduction. When she whispered it now he couldn't help but chuckle, every time she said it it took him back to the first time she ever had, and what a sweet moment that was.

    "I didn't hear you come in, how long have you been here?" She curiously asked.
    "About an hour" He replied with a smile.
    "Why didn't you wake me?"
    "You looked too peaceful to disturb"

    She smiled back at him. Yes, that was O'Malley. He could never bring himself to wake her, even if she asked him to beforehand. He would always tell her that she looked too peaceful to bother.

    He thanked her for the whiskey and then poured them both a drink, they had a lot to talk about, it had been a while since they had spoken. She told him of her triumphs and of her misfortunes, he listened intently. She loved that about him, he was such a good listener. They stayed up and talked all night, telling stories of their adventures. Some were funny, some were sad, and others were just amazing. They told new secrets and made fun of the old ones, they laughed and cried together... like they always had.

    The night was coming to an end and sleep was begging them for attention. She looked so sultry in the dancing firelight, laughing and flashing those dazzling eyes. He couldn't resist, he didn't care if it was out of place or inappropriate, he kissed her. It was a long kiss, one that could have shaken the earth and torn the skies. It was a deep kiss, a kiss that no ocean could match. He told her to stay for a while and leave the ocean behind, for he wanted to court her as he had always wanted. She was pleased and content with dropping anchor for a while, for the only place she wanted to be was there.

     

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