Now they were sailing towards Port Royal, city of Jamaica, a place where Elizabeth's father was Governor. I didn't want to explain anything and I glanced down at the deck, where Lizzie stared at me. I wanted to say something rude to her, tell her to go to hell and never return. I doubted that she might even tie me onto me bed and just walk away as she would laugh wickedly, leaving me to wait the ending of the sleepless night without satisfaction. The author would like to thank you for your continued support.