James awoke early that morning. Most people would say he was nervous before the big event, but James would prove them otherwise—he was a soldier, and not many things scared him that easily. Besides, he had no second thoughts about marriage—Mary was a sweet girl, and he loved her very much. No, to him, this day should be like any other. Well, almost.
There was always him. James had a strange, uneasy feeling in his stomach all night, and just knew he would show up today. The last stunt that pirate pulled still made James flinch; he had never seen that portrait again, and despite ordering the walls painted there seemed to be no way of ridding the stench of perfume from the room, no matter how hard they tried. It was like a nagging itch you couldn’t reach. No-one saw that one coming, and that just made James hate the man all the more. Truly, he hated him with all he had in him, but that just seemed to amuse him, and made him try even harder. He had become bolder as time w