Driven

So....she has run from me.

At first, when I turned around to find her gone, I thought she merely stood aside to let me worship at the altar of my god in my own way.
She was nowhere to be found, but still...I was unconcerned....until I returned to the hacienda, until I had the men conduct a search of the island.
Then I feared the worst, thinking someone had taken her to do her harm, or to get at me through her. Incredibly, my fears turned even darker, that she had fled from me....ME!!...and staged her own taking.

I put aside all thoughts of why, concentrating only on the where was she now. I hired a hundred men to span the globe, even as I did myself, to find any trace of her. The search seemed futile, until now.

A convent....she's taken refuge in a g** d**ned convent, of all things. A woman of her description has been found by one of my men and even now, I am on a ship, bound for the island off Brazil's eastern coast where she is reported to be.

And when I find her.....when...I...find...her....
There is no reason in the world she can give to me for this.
She is my wife.
And soon she shall learn what that means....to be the wife of El Sabatier.
She thinks she has seen me angry.
She has seen only a glimpse of what I can be.

I am a driven man, and anger is a very powerful propellant.