Mother to revenge

This is a love story, about two individuals, whose nationalities were always at odds with one another, which made the romance a forbidden one.

Location; Marseille

Year; 1779

Part 1

Our story starts off with a boy, whose name is Louis.

Louis lives in Marseille, which is located on the Mediterranean coast near the mouth of the Rhône.

Marseille is a port city, which means a lot of ships come and go.

Young Louis loves going down to the port, seeing all the different ships and hearing the stories of the sailors.

Louis loves those stories, for they are filled with adventures, many of the sailors tell tales from Italy, Spain and even Asia.

Louis has a best friend, a boy by the name of Pierre M.

Louis was down at the port, waiting for Pierre.

" He is late…. " said Louis.

While waiting, the young boy, who was filled with life and curiosity, looked out at the vast blue sea, feeling the wind between his clothes, smelling the salt of the ocean and having a smile on his face.

" Set anker! " yelled a sailor.

Louis turned and looked and saw a beautiful ship come to port, the ship could put the Syracusia and Black Pearl to shame.

The ship had a white lion on a red shield as its flag, Louis would later find out that the ship was called; M.R.

The captain and owner of the M.R now walked down from his ship.

" Lord Wilmore, it is an honor to have you back at Marseille " said the mayor of Marseille.

" May I ask how long you will be staying? " asked the mayor with a tone in his voice which indicated that he wished to be in Lord Wilmore's good graces.

" I will stay till my business here is over " said Lord Wilmore.

" Ah yes, but of course, and I hope that the Lord knows that the people of Marseille are always happy to do business with Thomson & French "

Thomson & French is the company which Lord Wilmore owns.

Louis looked at the Lord whose aura and radiance showed strength and demanded respect.

" Right this way, your grace, we have prepared the finest things for you that Marseille has to offer " said the mayor.

" One moment " said Lord Wilmore as he turned towards his ship.

" Jeanne, we are leaving "

What happened next, would be something that young Louis would never forget.

A young girl, about the same age as Louis, now walked down from the ship towards her father.

Louis saw the girl and felt every fiber of his being filled with joy, his palms were sweating, his lips were dry, and his heart was beating faster than normal, he was in love, and uttered these words;

" An Angel "

" Sorry to keep you waiting, papa " said Jeanne de Clisson.

" It is no matter, let us be going, " said Lord Wilmore as he and his daughter followed the mayor.

Louis' eyes followed every movement of Jeanne, from her moving feet to her breathing.

" Hey Louis! Sorry that I am late " said Pierre.

But Pierre quickly noticed that Louis was in another world.

" Uhm Louis? Are you okay? " said Pierre as he was shaking his friend, but Louis still did not respond.

Part 2

" Was she beautiful? " asked Pierre.

" Beautiful? Her beauty could put Venus and Freya to shame! " said Louis.

The conversation continued in like-wise manner, where Louis would praise Jeanne in every way.

" So, do you want to marry her? " asked Pierre.

Louis' joy was now replaced with sadness.

" Marry her? I would give my very soul and existence for her…. But how could I marry her? She is a noble, a princess, and me, I am just a peasant, a nobody… " said Louis as he walked depressed home.

It was night, that kind of night which France is famous for.

While under the full moon, Louis was walking home, there was a warm breeze in the air and everything was quiet, the only thing that Louis could hear; was the one thing which was echoing in his mind;

" You will never be able to marry her… "

Louis, who was now fed up with his own thoughts, kicked a rock over the bridge he was walking.

Louis walked a little distance further, he then felt something hit his head, Louis looked down and saw the rock he had kicked, Louis then turned around, and his heart was now about to explode.

In front of Louis, stood Jeanne, whose young beauty was amplified by the light of the moon.

" What is the big idea of kicking a rock on my head? " said Jeanne, a little annoyed.

Louis was speechless.

" I was sitting under the bridge, and you kicked that rock which landed on top of my head " said Jeanne, but Louis still did not answer.

Jeanne was now standing in front of Louis.

" What do you have to say for yourself? " asked Jeanne.

Jeanne then noticed Louis slowly moving his lips, Louis finally said;

" Marry me? "

For the first time in her life, Jeanne was surprised, for she was a girl who always thought ahead, but Louis' words surprised her.

Jeanne just looked at the young boy, intrigued, Jeanne then saw Louis, finally realizing what he had said.

" Uhm….. I…. Uhm.....! " stammered Louis, as his head was more red than a tomato.

Jeanne was now even more intrigued, she then giggled.

" Tell me " said Jeanne, who was now back in control.

" What do you think of pirates? "

Louis had finally calmed down, he then smiled.

That whole night, the two young children would talk of pirates, from François L'Olonnais, Black Sam Bellamy, Bartholomew Roberts, Blackbeard, Henry Every, Anne Bonny, Mary Read, Francis Drake and Sinbad the sailor.

The more they talked, the more they fell in love with one another.

A week had gone by, and Lord Wilmore was now ready to return back to England.

" When will you be back? " asked Louis.

" I don't know. When I get back home, that is when my studies will begin. Father says that I will only be permitted to leave England after my education is completed " said Jeanne.

" But…. how long? " asked the boy, who was very much in love.

Jeanne simply smiled, she then gave Louis a kiss on the cheek and said something which Louis would never forget.

The M.R now left Marseille, Louis was standing at the port, watching till he could no longer see the ship and even then, he still remained at the port.

Part 3

The year is now 1794.

In the last 15 years, Louis has patiently been waiting and hoping that Jeanne would return.

Pierre has left Marseille and become the captain of his own ship.

Pierre would one day return to his hometown where he would open his own trading company.

In the meantime, Louis waits, alone, the minutes feeling like days.

Louis, as usual, was standing at the port, looking out at the sea, feeling the wind in his hair and smelling the salt of the sea.

Louis then felt something hard hit his head, he looked and saw a rock.

Louis turned around and saw a woman wearing pirate clothes.

" What is the big idea of sitting there and sulking? " said the woman with a smirk.

Louis, in that moment, knew that God existed.

The man and woman embraced, and held each other with a love they have been nurturing for the last 15 years.

A grand wedding was held, and on that day Jeanne de Clisson and Louis Dantés were married.

But sadly, this love story is also a tragedy.

A year after the birth of Jeanne- and Louis' son, Jeanne dies of primary apoplexy.

The Avenger

Somehow, Jeanne has been able to meet the future version of her son.

Jeanne looks into the tortured eyes of her son.

" Time has truly not been kind to you, my son " said the mother.

The son was quiet.

Mother and son were sitting on the port of Marseille.

Jeanne was resting her head on her son's shoulder.

" I am sorry…. " said Jeanne, feeling guilty for her son's hard life.

The man was quiet, he then said;

" Mother, allow me to tell you a story, about a young boy and a young girl. These two were off different worlds, but they were also very much in love. One day, the girl had to leave. The boy was worried and sad and asked the girl when she will be coming back. The young girl simply gave the boy a kiss and then said; wait and hope " Jeanne also quietly uttered those words with a smile and a tear running down her cheek.

Mother and son embraced.

Jeanne then returned back to her time, where she gave her baby-boy, Edmond, a kiss on the cheek, and knew that he would grow up to be a wonderful man.

Attend et espère