I watch to count the boxes of rum, nodding imperceptibly chin, giving him a pout radiant setting sun begins to cover the Skull Island. She saw me and greeted me quietly and then resumed the count of the cargo. Gulls skimming the death knell of the working day, and I feel my press secretary to relax with a few glances toward the dock waiting for the click-clack of his boots pointed. I rub my beard peering at it again and I imagine it would be an adventure heroine, great with a beautiful destiny, one that would have a mouth, a great story with a prince ...
She put a hat and leaning on a railing, looking ahead. Saigon is crowded with people at this time and she expects a man. She met in the offices of the World Indochinese Rackham's Company.
His smile was gentle and his proposal to have tea in town was nice. She said yes of course, without seeing any harm or allusion. Moreover, it made some notes in his diary secret, evoking her charm and her outfit.
She expects a man long ago. Not that anyone has asked him a rabbit, but rather the love of her life is about. He who would accompany her in life, would share its secrets, on whom she could rely, one who respected without fear, would love to possess or without submitting it.
She almost got discouraged sometimes, but hope has returned. These few months on the island of the Skull with the Captain did regain strength and courage. She travels around the world to accompany some shipments and to the reputation of the Company. She wrote more and more besides, full of ideas and keeps any form of notes and even photographs.
The man approached her and her presence reassuring comfort of the wind that gives him cold. It covers his vest her bare shoulders and they make some steps towards the teeming street where they will choose a tea cozy and quiet ... Lady Ania back on the deck of the schooner, taking a break from my adventure. Her smile lights up her face framed her long black hair and she squeezes his book, having already in mind a few chapters of his life or who knows a secret project. She loves to write and imagine what it is.
A book in which she tells of meeting a man who will fill it, filling his life and his heart. Who will travel, love his body and give him his own ... She shivers with anticipation of his fate in his dreams and then off again when I resume his adventures.
The man serves him a cup of tea, their eyes and exchanging words of peace ...
It has the title of her novel and her modesty barely imagine images love and sensual rustling.
"The lover of Lady Anya."
Maybe we will make a movie someday.
Who knows ...
Jack Rackham.
Photo Film JJ Annaud, "L'Amant" (1992) based on the book by Marguerite Duras.
Drawings Sophie Griotto.
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