X Marks the Spot

her hand breaking through the fog of a life now passed. Three years si

w furrowed with each wave the cloth made against the horizon. No. Not three. It's been far longer than th

ed and the sour taste of salt that filled the air; the way the blazing heat of the midsummer sun scorched the top of the churning waves, leaving an omino

with pride. “They only need to make examples of those that lead them and the re

ng from? Why the sudden

a grumble, shoving his hands in his pockets and kic

chuckled, grasping Edward’s arm and pulling him in step with her jolly

is tracks and swinging Diane around to face him. “The

you have been nothing but jealous of them since the mome

cuse me of siding with th

re. Your mouth waters at the mere thought of the adventures that befall them.

e hardly puts one in

er case, that still does not answer why you have grown so fascinated wit

who deserve nothing

that be?” Diane asked, l

op with a s

er smile faded, replaced with a contempl

? Or

ing her arm from his and replacin

ttention to the sea. “I believe it to be noble. Quite noble, in fact. What m

d falling to her sides. She cocked her head to the side, her eyes carefully studying

d, looking at Diane, his f

This isn’t you, Edward! Not the man I know. Where is the man aspiring to see the world? The sim

huffled his feet between thoughts while his cheeks burned to a

ed. “I suppose so. What'

d, lifting his gaze to meet hers.