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Chapitre un: Le dernier au revoir
It was a night to remember. The stars glimmered like diamonds, deceptively fleeting; just when you thought you'd seen one out of the corner of your eye, it would cloak itself in a cloud, teasing. Their ethereal beauty, however, was eclipsed by that of the girl that lay sprawling silently on her bed. Her rosy cheeks gleamed silver in the light of the full moon, her full lips tilted slightly upward in an ephemerally peaceful smile. Suddenly, a shadow fell over her, and she opened her oak-leaf colored eyes lazily, looking up. Looming over her was her father, Pierre le Porc, with a grimace tearing at the edges of his normally grinning face and eyes flashing with a familiar rage she knew had yet to be directed at her. Pierre le Porc was a reasonable, happy-go-lucky man- when he wasn't drunk. Otherwise, all reason faded in the blink of an eye. As if some unspoken message had passed between them, her face went blank, devoid of emotion, as she proceeded to take the beating in utter silence. Afterwards, with a mix of blood and tears dripping down her cheek, Cherie le Porc made up her mind that she was destined to flee, to make a name for herself. "Save for this wretched island," she wrote later that night, " I've yet to explore, to adventure into the unknown. If I am to live my life in captivity, so be it, but I refuse to go down without a fight." With a farewell note to her longtime love, Alain Boniface, atop her bed and her few pitiful belongings wrapped in a tattered blanket, Cherie made for the docks. Spitting on the wood nearest her father's favorite sloop, she leapt into the Morning Star and sailed fearlessly into the pastel glow of the rising sun without a backward glance.