The Island

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Emma realized quickly that there was only one cup of tea, but Silas offered it to her with a smile. It was not proper to drink from any man's cup that was not your husband's, but Emma no longer cared about propriety. She took the cup and immediately she was struck by the unusual scent. It was quite pungent, but she politely took a sip. She had tried to hide the expression on her face but clearly had not done a very good job when she heard Silas begin to chuckle. She politely handed the cup back to him and as he leaned over to take the cup she saw him pause and it was clear he was breathing in her scent. His face was very close to hers and she wondered if he was going to kiss her. She glanced down at his lips, which were so close that she could feel his breath upon them. Her heart began to pound in her chest as she waited for him to close the gap. He seemed to hesitate, but then it seemed he was going to do it. However, just before his lips could touch hers she began to hear people chanting "The Reading" over and over. Silas sighed and pulled back and her eyes met his for a moment. She watched as he then got up and was now curious as to what this was all about. To her astonishment Silas began to quote what at first sounded like poetry but what she quickly realized was Milton. Everyone in the pavilion had become incredibly quiet and looking around she could see tears in some of the women and men's eyes. The passages moved Emma as well and she found herself suddenly looking at Silas in an entirely changed light from when she had first met him. He cared deeply for his crew and their families, even above himself. It warmed her heart just knowing that. With her eyes on Silas, she watched as he walked back over to her. He extended his hand to her and she took it. She smiled softly and stood to exit the pavilion with him.

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