I walked in circles. It was extremely difficult to make the hours pass, measured only by the sporadic rays of sunlight filtering through the porthole. I often trembled with nervousness and struggled to reason despite the excruciating feeling of being in danger. It was an endless, nerve-wracking wait. Mid-afternoon. Late afternoon. Dusk. Night. Fear prevailed over everything. It was like a heavy cloak pressing down on my shoulders. If the fear had been lethal, then I would not have lived long enough to see America.
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Treasure of the sea |Lesbian story|
Historical FictionSpring, year 1716 Eveline Adler is the daughter of a wealthy English merchant. Her family moved to the New World, while she stayed in London to finish her studies. After two years separated from her family, she decides to leave and join her loved on...
