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Previous bits...
And here's today's...
29. Sentence
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
“What in blazes is this?”
The words fairly burst forth from the mouth of a big, fierce-looking man with reddish hair as soon as Nell peeked over the side of the ship. Barbossa. Jack had given Nell a brief and accurate description.
She’d followed Jack up the accommodation ladder and now her mentor grabbed her unceremoniously and hauled her up and onto the deck.
“All right?” he demanded, when she'd steadied.
She nodded once, silent and unsmiling, and furtively peered about at the ship and crew, her heart thumping.
“Come on, then,” he said, and gave her a little shove to start her moving toward the back of the ship. The stern, she reminded herself. Jack was at her shoulder, and as he walked he said to Barbossa (and the rest that stood staring), “This halfling's me new cabin boy, Parry Smith. Friend of a friend, won’t be in the way. He'll quarter with me.”
“With you?” Barbossa exclaimed. "What—"
“Aye. He'll fetch and carry, tidy me things—but what’s all this dawdling about? Are we ready to make sail?”
“Aye, Captain!” said several men.
“What are we waiting for, then? Mr. Barbossa?”
Barbossa, abandoning dissent, began to roar out orders in a voice that set the crew scurrying.
Jack herded Nell aft to the doors of the Great Cabin, set beneath the overhang of the quarterdeck, and pulled one side open. “You’ll do better in here just now. You're not allowed on the quarterdeck with me, and Bill’s too busy.”
Nell went in. There were two hanging lanterns lit, but they made more shadows than light in the gloom. She turned back. “What should I do?”
“Tidy up!” Jack waved a hand as he glanced about his cluttered domain and observed, ruefully, “Lord knows the place needs it!”
TBC...
hereswith for beta reading, editing, and excellent suggestions.Previous bits...
| 1. Tortuga 2. Happiness 3. Festive 4. Last Minute 5. Calm 6. Truth 7. Bargain 8. Spook 9. Down 10. Wounds 11. Moon 12. Monsters | 13. Beauty 14. Name 15. History 16. Service 17. Advice 18. Captain 19. Awe 20. Cross 21. "You've made a big mistake" 22. Heroism 23. Gold 24. Echo | 25. Greed 26. Advance 27. Challenge 28. Adventure |
And here's today's...
29. Sentence
~ An Execrable Business, continued...
“What in blazes is this?”
The words fairly burst forth from the mouth of a big, fierce-looking man with reddish hair as soon as Nell peeked over the side of the ship. Barbossa. Jack had given Nell a brief and accurate description.
She’d followed Jack up the accommodation ladder and now her mentor grabbed her unceremoniously and hauled her up and onto the deck.
“All right?” he demanded, when she'd steadied.
She nodded once, silent and unsmiling, and furtively peered about at the ship and crew, her heart thumping.
“Come on, then,” he said, and gave her a little shove to start her moving toward the back of the ship. The stern, she reminded herself. Jack was at her shoulder, and as he walked he said to Barbossa (and the rest that stood staring), “This halfling's me new cabin boy, Parry Smith. Friend of a friend, won’t be in the way. He'll quarter with me.”
“With you?” Barbossa exclaimed. "What—"
“Aye. He'll fetch and carry, tidy me things—but what’s all this dawdling about? Are we ready to make sail?”
“Aye, Captain!” said several men.
“What are we waiting for, then? Mr. Barbossa?”
Barbossa, abandoning dissent, began to roar out orders in a voice that set the crew scurrying.
Jack herded Nell aft to the doors of the Great Cabin, set beneath the overhang of the quarterdeck, and pulled one side open. “You’ll do better in here just now. You're not allowed on the quarterdeck with me, and Bill’s too busy.”
Nell went in. There were two hanging lanterns lit, but they made more shadows than light in the gloom. She turned back. “What should I do?”
“Tidy up!” Jack waved a hand as he glanced about his cluttered domain and observed, ruefully, “Lord knows the place needs it!”
TBC...