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A Most Unusual Interest Chapter Thirty Two (NC-17)
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Elizabeth
breathed a sigh of relief. The man was
breathing, albeit shallowly, and the bleeding had stopped. �Not as dead as all that, is he?� she
murmured to Will, also bent over the impromptu guest.
�I can�t
understand it,� he replied quietly. �He wasn�t breathing when I got to him. The
cook had him laid out�� He shook his
head. �I�d say it was a miracle��
�Well, it
is the season,� she smiled faintly. �We
need to find his family.� She tugged the
cotton sheet up to the man�s chest and sighed.
�If he even has one here. He
might be some poor sailor, far from home��
Will sighed
and moved to stand beside her, coming around the bed with a tireile ile on his
features. �It�s very late, Elizabeth,
well past midnight� Your father�s physician will take good care of him until
you can come back and fret on the morrow.�
She rolled
her eyes slightly but stood, wincing as her knees popped. �Maybe we should stay the night��
�Elizabeth,�
Will groaned softly, �please, let�s go home.
To our own bed. In our own
house. We can come back tomorrow
morning. I promise.� an>Han>He slipped his arms around her waist and pressed
an almost innocent kiss to her lips. �Please?�
She smiled.
�Yes, Will. Let�s go home then.� With a backwards glance at the wounded man,
she let Will lead her from the room and then the house, not seeing the man she
left behind open his eyes and stare blankly at the ceiling before taking a deep
breath and sitting up, staring after them.

She was not
surprised that she was still wakeful even long after Will had begun
snoring. The tropical night air was so different
than what she knew it would be back home; instead of cold, biting wind and
maybe a hint of snow, wet ground and the last e ofe of burning leaves, she
smelled lush flowers and warm sea air, the faintest whiff of rum and sugar� �Not at all like wintertime,� she muttered,
missing the waft of evergreens and snow for one keen moment. Behind her, Will stirred on the bed and her
longing for a proper English winter faded.
She could see the ships bobbing in the port from their bem wim window
and she thought of Jack, wondering how much longer it would be until they made
port, wondering if Myrtle was still alive and with him� She knew life at sea could be difficult even
for the strongest man, much less a finely bred English girl. Elizabeth turned her back on the idle ships
and worries for their friend to face the dark room of her bedchamber. Her eyes immediately went the Myrtle�s
locked trunk, a plain and innocent looking thing tucked in the corner near her
vanity. Almost without realizing it,
she padded across the room to stand before it, inhaling deeply of the faint
whiff of camphor from the wood and the salty tang all trunks seemed to acquire
after many months at sea. She knelt,
glancing back over her shoulder to make sure Will slept on, and exhaled in a
mute sigh of relief to have her guilt to herself as she lifted the brass lock
in her hands, staring at the plain metal as if it could reveal it�s secrets,
pop open without a key just to sate her curiosity. No such luck, however. A
vain, experimental tug showed her it still held fast. The strangest thing, she thought to herself, is that it feels
warm�
�That
belongs to me,� a voice rasped behind her.
Elizabeth
stifled a scream and was on her feet, facing the source of the voice in an
instant. Will was sitting up in bed,
quicawakawake and looking as if he were not sure whether he should move to
Elizabeth or just attack the man just inside their open window. �We have nothing of value to you,� he
finally said, �Leave this place now or I will be forced to take action.�
�That,� he
repeated, taking a step forward, �belongs to me.�
As he moved
into a puddle of silvery moonlight, Elizabeth gasped. �You�re�you can�t be here!�
The man
from her father�s house swayed unsteadily on his feet for a moment before
shaking himself and repeating his message.
He raised his arm and pointed at the trunk behind her, adding. �Give it
now or I shall take it from you soon.�
�Right,� Will
growled, leaping out of bed and to his feet.
He grabbed his best sword, always ready by his bedside, and
advanced. �This is your last
warning! Leave now!�
The man
rocked back on his heels to face Will, a slow smile coming over his features, a
ghastly expression to be sure. �Death
is no trial for me. No great
equalizer. Kill me, but I shall bek
fk
for this.�
Elizabeth
held out her hand to stay Will for at least a moment longer. �Who are you? Why were you at my father�s house?�
�It is not
important. Give me the trunk!�
Elizabeth
stepped back, her legs pressing against the wood of the item in question. �It isn�t mine to give, I�m afraid. You�ll have to wait until the owner returns
and ask her for it yourself.� The man
was watching her but she was watching Will as he eased around behind the
intruder, his sword at the ready. �Until
then, leave or I shall scream to raise the dead!�
Will chose
that moment to spring. He tackled the
stranger, knocking him to the ground and rolling him onto his back, his sword
pressed against the offender�s throat. �Who
are you?� he demanded. �You have ten
seconds.�
�Your
answers are in the trunk,� he grinned, pressing his own throat against the
blade so his skin began to split slowly like a gory mouth. �Open it and see.�
Elizabeth
shook her head at will. �Don�t, please,�
she muttered. �Not in here!� She hurriedly grabbed the sashes from the
bed and the belt from her morning gown for good measure. �Tie him up. I�ll get the constable!�
The man
laughed. �Wasting time gets you
nowhere!�
Will
grimaced. �Get me a gag while you�re
up, Liz dear.�
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