Straight-AND-Proud

Chapter 11: Separation. "I just want to see her, one last time." August 6, 1715. Two bowls of stew, five tankards of ale, and a loaf and a half of bread, give or take six hours, had passed. It had gotten late; around him, the patrons of the tavern were beginning to wander off to beds or brothels, and he almost wished he could join them, but for the fact that he had to stay where he was. Really, he had tried, and tried, and tried, but it had become impossible. It was official. There was no helping it. Edward would just have to fight back the ache in his chest, suck it up, and go back to his ship. He was never going to see that wily Yates g