Leigha raised her eyes to watch Turk as he rose from the table and paced about, apparently having trouble broaching the subject he spoke of. She had no idea what it was that he wished to say, but from the tone in his voice and the sadness in his eyes, she knew that it was something that hurt him.
“Leigha, we have been living only from day to day these past weeks, taking only what we wanted from each moment and keeping the future well veiled from sight,” he said finally, placing his hands on the edge of the table as he leaned forward to speak to her. “Though that is the way that my life has always been, it is no good for you. We can no longer take each day as it comes. We must make plans as to where I should take you from here. You know that we must part. I promised you this on the day that I freed you, and though I am a pirate, I am a man of my word.”
Leigha blinked her eyes several times to contain the tears that threatened to spill from their emerald depths as she took in his words. She knew that it was time and had already thought out a tentative plan yet had kept from speaking to Turk about it until he would show her that he was ready. Now was the time, but curiously, she felt sad; her feelings were confused, and she was torn between her need and desire to return to the world and the people that she loved and the need to keep the freedom and deep friendship that she shared with Turk. She could not have it both ways.
“Well?” Turk spoke gently, aware of the turmoil within her yet wishing to get it over with, “What do you say? Where do we go from here?”