A/N = Chapter Edited

Entry 1

*Crash*

I flinched as the loud sound of a breaking dish broke my train of thought, me discovering it to have slipped from my hand by accident while wiping it before setting it among the others into the cabinet, waiting to be taken out once again by the time of the next setting. Me releasing a sigh when the head servant of the Swann residence immediately hurried to the scene, staring at the smashed plate with horror stricken eyes.

"Oh, Miranda, that is the third irreplaceable piece of china this month!" Mattie's voice groaned from behind my back, me breaking free from my reverie completely in an instant as directed a look at my feet, to see the shards of the expensive saucer scattered all around the floor in smithereens. With a jaded rise of my eyebrows me not helping but sighing at myself. Typical me.

The fussing woman turned up at my side quickly and knelt, starting to gather the largest pieces into her apron, while giving me a scolding gaze straight into eyes. Very much like the ones maw used to give me when I was a little girl and I'd done something like this. Mattie shook her head at me, sighing also as I gave her an apologetic smile.

"I cannot truly fathom what is going through your head today", she said to me incredulously, standing. "First thing in the morning you let the bread be burnt, and then before this you forgot to put the laundry to dry. Good heavens girl, is this the diligent and responsible young lady your maw raised you to be?"

"Forgive me, Mattie. I'm just a bit excited aboot today 'n' tend to daydream", I replied humbly, truly trying to seem as sorry as I was. It wasn't like I had meant to be so absentminded, but as said, I was most agitated to have this day started. As for me, it was special.

"Very well, but do daydream on your own time!" Mattie gushed and waved her hand, about to return to the kitchen with one more shake of a head given to me. "Now we must work, as the day is but to begin. You have to go soon wake Miss. Elizabeth, Miranda. She is still in bed, and you know how her father disapproves of her sleeping so late. I proposed to the Governor that you would be the one to wake her henceforth, as you both are the same age and have been brought up together. And he seemed to agree by consenting. So quickly now, finish your own task as soon as possible, and then hurry up to Miss. Elizabeth's room. You can leave the rest to Lily and Hannah here", Mattie added before leaving. Glancing at the two other maids she'd assigned to polish the tableware with me like every morning before breakfast, as it was that when Elizabeth slept till late afternoon, her father didn't get to eat till much later either.

Lily and Hannah leveled both Mattie and me a skeptical gaze, until it turned into a harsh glare which drilled into the back of my neck, where I only nodded, resuming to my task at hand. All the plates and cups needing to be wiped before I could go to Miss. Elizabeth's bedroom to wake her, indeed her sleeping rather late these days, possibly because she stayed up really late as well reading all those pirate books I had often found under her bed in a big stack. She still was taken in by that world, in that she hadn't grown up at all…

It was my turn to sigh, but then I smiled to myself and left my regarded "sister since birth" out of my mind. Taking yet another plate in my hand and earnestly continued to work in silence. But now I reckon I'm supposed to tell you something about myself, as you have speared some of your time to read about my ventures? Well, there ain't much to tell you to be honest...

As you probably understood from Mattie's earlier remark, I was indeed brought up alongside Miss. Elizabeth, the only daughter of the Swann family mine had served since my maw arrived to this small island of Port Royal many years ago. And she hadn't come alone, but so it happened that it had been Elizabeth's own mother who'd brought her to Port Royal to be the new matron of the house her husband, the current Governor, had seen fit to be built on this island he was to govern over at the time.

My maw hasn't told much to Peter, my twin brother, and me why she once left Scotland where she had lived while still married to our father. Either we knew almost nothing about him, besides the fact that he'd been a poor, young fisherman by the time he married our maw, till after only one year of marriage he'd gone missing when pirates had attacked the hometown of our parents. Presumably taking him with them, or killing him. Our maw had been expecting us when she'd suddenly been left alone, husbandless, penniless and heartbroken, not knowing what to do. But luckily, late Mrs. Swann happened to come upon our maw on her way to her new home at Port Royal, pregnant herself with Elizabeth, and she took pity on our maw, moved by her distress. And so she'd taken maw with her from England and allowed her to stay and work as a maid in her residence, where she soon after our birth like I told ye, became the matron of the house. Highest ranked of all maids, who made sure everything was in order. Mattie has that position now as the oldest, longest served servant of the house.

Not but 3 years ago it had happened that maw got awfully sick, with what disease not even the doctors knew, but eventually fever took her away from us and this world. And after her passing it was left to Governor Swann, Elizabeth's father, to make sure Peter and me would have a sufficient income to come by either by continuing to work in his manor, or otherwise. As the Governor had promised to his wife, Mrs. Leanne, that he'd take care of the poor woman she once took under her wing, ergo after my maw's death he was obliged by this promise to take care of her children. And I didn't mind, as even I was but a servant in his servitude, Governor Swann had always treated me with more respect due to his daughter's and my closeness thanks to the shared childhood years. Indeed showing some form of fatherly care from time to time as my official guardian.

Peter had left the house soon after maw's passing, entering the Navy as had been his long time intent. And with the help of William, who'd been teaching him very throughout and skillful swordplay since the start of their as close companionship, Peter had no difficulties in getting accepted amongst their ranks. Regardless of the fact that the Navy usually didn't accept any cadets from the lower class, and usually favored the sons of the distinct and wealthy families. But much due to his remarkable skills and wit, Peter had been allowed to join, and was now Second Lieutenant no less at such a notably young age.

Regardless of the countless opportunities, I had never asked to be taught the way of a sword by William, and had been happy to only sit back and follow their lessons from the sidelines. Swords weren't something a woman should know how to use, so I had deterred myself from the chance every time William had offered it to me. But as said, by the time Peter had left the Swann residence at the age of 15, I had stayed behind. Taking over maw's assignments like during her illness, and I didn't complain. My life was good, peaceful and constant. I indeed had a loving brother, a position in a highly esteemed aristocrat's manor and… one special joy in my life. I smiled gently at this thought.

I deem it might be in place to say something about my relationship to Miss. Elizabeth. Aye, I usually call her simply Miss, as that is all she can be to me. After all, we ain't children any longer, and regardless of the fact that we once were very close we've grown older and givenly apart from each other. As usually happens to childhood friends, but in our case there are many other reasons we ended up living like we were expected…As a daughter of a maid and the young Mistress of the house, whom I served.

It was true that when we were little, we often were referred to as sisters. But even now when both of us had grown into possessing totally different personalities and hence people, it bothered me that we were still regarded quite so similar. Or I was often compared to Elizabeth by many, as we looked alike. Like in our childhood, one could've easily thought of us twins, though not fully identical ones at that, as she was more beautiful than me, and always had been. That's what I thought, although we both had brown eyes, of warm shade, and our hair color resembled one another, as well being equally long in length. Mine maybe an inch longer. But of course it was once again Elizabeth who from the two of us so alike creatures still won me over in appearance with her soft, golden locks.

My own hair was the color of dirty blonde, which was brown in some way, but usually looked pure ashen. The most ordinary and dull color imaginable for as insignificant woman as I, hence a well suited match, as a simple servant I was. Not special, who wasn't meant to attract attention. As mentioned, my eyes brown too, of same color as Elizabeth's, but my appearance differed from there that I had a conspicuous mole at the left corner of my mouth, where she didn't. Beauty mark, as maw had used to say, inherited from her. And where Elizabeth lacked in true feminine form, as her figure was so lean, I had been more fortunate to have notably wider hips and other form of poise in my own. But neither in my figure there was much to praise about.

But to make the coincidence of our similarities even more ludicrous, like might've also already occurred to you, Elizabeth and I are exactly the same age. Not by the date thank goodness, but year, Elizabeth's birthday being 18th of July, as my own is 7 days earlier. So actually I am older than her by one week. And in fact today was my birthday, July the 11th. So I couldn't fool anyone that I wasn't excited about that day as if I were a child, like can be concluded by the vexingly expensive plate of which I had just broken. But surely others didn't seem to see the matter from in any way similar perspective as I.

"What is wrong with that girl lately?" Hannah's voice cut my train of thought, coming from behind my back, me being more than able to overhear her and Lily's hushed conversation about, not surprisingly, me. Me picking up the snort of disdain Lily let out in response.

"Uhg, she's just being a silly coquette. Daydreaming of a certain blacksmith she can never have. Everyone knows who he's so infatuated with", she replied to Hannah, mockingly. Something sinking in my heart as I could feel their cold gazes on my back once again, trying to see my reaction. But like always I in the end left their discussion without much notice, as when it came to this certain blacksmith, I knew something they didn't, which then caused me to simply smile as my mind indeed moved on to daydream again. Of today, and what it would bring.

In reality that jeering tone in both Lily and Hannah's delivery bore fruit from the fact that William Turner showed no more remarkable attraction to them than a coincidental acquaintance, as he was my best friend of many years. Four to be precise, me and my brother's, ever since we had met him on that one afternoon my dress had gotten caught in the wheel of the wagon. And so, although Lily and Hannah ridiculed me of my "daydreaming" as they called it, they both did the same every time William showed up to the kitchen of the Swann residence. For their disappointment to steal me away from my duties to have a stroll with him, for what they then always were of course infuriated with me, as William indicated such familiarity exclusively toward me. To a woman, "a coquette", who could never have him as they so pointedly had put it. But these multiple visits of his made me nothing but happy and gave me hope, as after all, ever since that day I had gazed into his gentle eyes for the first time…I had ceaselessly started to fall in love with him.

William was like another brother to me. The person who'd always offered a shoulder to cry on, listened to my worries before doing everything in his power to fix them, and had been the one to take care of me whatever had happened. So was it a wonder that not long after meeting him I fell head over heels with his tender, caring nature? Well according to some, including Peter, discordantly all these last years when I'd fallen deeper and deeper in love with William, he instead had gotten more and more enamored with Elizabeth…But I didn't take such word of mouth as truth, because I knew better.

But I also knew that Hannah and Lily's such idle talk wasn't fully made from whole cloth. As younger, regardless of William's clear fascination towards Elizabeth, she'd never showed any greater interest to him than mere friendship we all shared. But as we grew older and William obviously changed to be more like a man when time passed, suddenly also Elizabeth had started to see him in a different light. Me often being forced to endure as well her distinct longing towards the young blacksmith, who also after taking notice of Elizabeth's abrupt risen interest started to spent more and more time with her during these last couple of years. But I was hardly as concerned about this fact as Lily and Hannah, as in some part of my heart I considered William as my own the more I came to love him. As like I mentioned, also Elizabeth like Lily and Hannah were oblivious of the one thing which connected me and William inexorably. Me only being aware of our much stronger bond than that of which existed between Elizabeth and him, or anyone could've ever formed with him. So for this happy thought I smiled as placed the remaining plates into the cabin, but then released a heavy sigh soon after. Closing it. Although, aye. Still it could be true what they said… That the one William was so infatuated with was not me...And indeed I hadn't been the only one to notice this…

"I'm done", I stated, putting on a feigned smile as turned around to look at my two fellow maids, who were way behind courtesy of their gossiping. Two stacks of both cups and plates to be exact, not to mention a noticeable pile of silverware still on the table beside them. Waiting their turn to be polished and returned back in the cabinet. However me not mentioning their lack of needed diligence this time, but simply then just received their icy looks that followed me all the way to the door.

"Put th' linen into th' laundry basket after ye've finished with th' cutlery 'n' th' remaining china", I did then recall to remind them, of course not gaining any gratitude for my gesture. Lily leering at me from the other side of the dining room.

"We know how to perform our duties, thank you", she replied pointedly, exchanging a look with Hannah who seemed to concur, as well sending me a hard stare until both of them continued working. Starting to whisper amongst themselves immediately after I exited the room, but before I did, I couldn't but let my quickly risen temper lash out on them just a tad.

"Ye said that last time too. 'N' then ye mistook dirty laundry for washed", I shot back as sharply, once again utterly jaded to parent these two in such simple matters and right after saying that left. Leaving the two as well out of my mind, and with accustomed steps I then made my way to the second floor. To go fulfill my next task in line, waking up Miss Elizabeth.

As I ascended the steps, I had time to think. In fact, Lily and Hannah's bitterness about Miss Elizabeth and William's warmed up terms caused them to go sometimes into such extremes as acquiring nettle leaves, crushing them, before secretly putting them into Elizabeth's powder box. So that they would then have a private delight when their young Mistress would develop an itching rash on her otherwise so fair skin. Me on the other hand, the proper and always loyal maid despite whatever Hannah, Lily or anyone thought, was as well always the one saving Elizabeth from these kinds of public humiliations, and this way also salvaging my two fellow maids' posts by changing the facial powder into new one before any harm was done. Knowing the course of their minds like my own by now, anticipating their such jealous outbursts.

The two had been in this house for five years (three less than I), and still they didn't realize it to be unwise to plot their sinister mischief against Miss Swann in the kitchen, where we servants spent the majority of our time alongside work, and where everything reached into other people's ears. Only their outstanding giggling being suspicious enough, but thank goodness I was left out of such immature ploys. Though, it was not probably I after all who Mr. Turner was so smitten with, as Lily so graciously had phrased it, ergo not earning myself the honor of becoming the target of their envy. Me sighing at this, but then simply shook my head. Banishing such ponders out of my mind before they could conjure up any actual resentment.

Personally, I found the pair a continuous disturbance to the work to be done in the house, and I'd wished to report their also endless intentions of pranks to Elizabeth's father. But where was my proof? Even I'd lived in this house whole my life and worked as a maid three years longer than Lily and Hannah, not to forget the fact that my maw had been highly regarded by the late Mrs. Swann, still my word against theirs at the face of any made accusations would not be believed. So realizing this I always kept quiet, and instead thwarted their attempts of unleashing their frustration upon Elizabeth. Much for my own, personal delight to see Hannah and Lily's plans come to nothing.

"Ah, there you are my dear!" Governor's rather jolly voice suddenly caused me to gasp out of my deep ponders, me twirling around amidst climbing the flight of stairs to face him. Seeing him stand in middle of the foyer, his arms behind his back while his lips wore a wide smile, fully dressed in his impressive, curled grey wig and gold embroidered blue overcoat, covering his flower pattern long vest made out of silk. Lush, lace decorated scarf rounding his neck and working as the desired showy detail to his style of latest fashion he also was obliged to follow. I was a bit surprised by his sudden appearance, but then made a curtsey and returned his smile.

"Good day, sir", was my reply, as he sent me one more smile before then started to amble towards the staircase, me soon spotting Hannah to follow at his wake. Carrying a large box that had a sash of timorous blue tied into a bow around it, me raising my brows as immediately realized the apparent present to be yet another new gown to Miss Elizabeth, but bypassing this notion then glanced up at the next floor.

"I was just aboot to go wake yer daughter, sir", I told the Governor and turned half away, him looking surprised by this notion, until that same incredulous expression took over his countenance.

"Is Elizabeth still in bed? Good heavens that girl…Well yes, go on. I shall join you, as I have something I brought for her from my trip to London", Governor Swann responded, now coming by my side and I made yet another curtsey, him then waving me to follow. But after a couple of steps he then directed a slight inquiring look to my direction.

"And how have you been, Miranda?" he asked, although I knew this time it to have been more of a formality than a true enquiry. But nonetheless I smiled, my gaze cast down in respect.

"Weel, sir", I told him. His eyes shifting forward.

"And your brother, how is he doing?"

"He be also very weel, sir. He juist got promoted as Lieutenant by th' soon to be Commodore."

"Oh, did he now? Well, your brother's a fine lad. I've never doubted his ability to do well in the ranks of Captain Norrington, which is why I put a good word in for him to be accepted. Do congratulate him for me when you see him", Governor replied benevolently, me nodding in consent.

"I will, sir, thank ye."

We headed straight to Miss Elizabeth's quarters, it being after all Governor Swann who knocked on her door, me and Hannah standing right behind him in wait. Prepared to enter and do our duties the minute Elizabeth would answer the door, but even after a moment passed she didn't. Causing her father to frown for part confusion part incredulity.

"Elizabeth?" he called out again, knocking the second time. And now I heard some kind of a tumbling sound from within the room, as if something just got dropped to the floor by accident. "Are you alright? Are you decent?"

"…Yes… Yes!" the muffled, kind of hasty voice of Elizabeth then finally replied, Governor Swann letting out a sigh until finally opened the door and entered. Me and Hannah following in tow but a step behind as the Governor took in the murky figure of Elizabeth in her nightgown, surprised to actually find her out of bed.

"Still abed at this hour?" he questioned his daughter, though not having much of a rebuke neither on his face nor in his voice as matched Elizabeth's gaze.

Elizabeth stood at the feet of her bed, giving her father a wide smile, until soon closed her eyes with a slight shocked gasp when I immediately walked over to the windows after curtsying to her. Pulling the curtains out of the way to open them and let in some fresh air, the bright Caribbean sunlight which streamed in enlightening the dark room instantly, this way as well blinding the still clearly just awoken young lady.

"It's a beautiful day", the Governor remarked, proven correct by the wonderful view which now revealed itself from behind the opened shutters. My eyes lingering at the faraway, glimmering horizon for a second, until I turned my attention back to the father and daughter. My own gaze however directed down, like was the custom while among those superior to you, once the Governor continued. Beckoning to the box in Hannah's hands.

"I have a gift for you."

Miss. Elizabeth leveled a surprised and inquiring look at her father, until his hands had opened the blue bow and raised the lid of the box to uncover indeed a dress of the finest golden, embroidered brocade and lace. Her eyes widening due to infatuation when her irises skimmed over the shiny material, searching the beautiful and elaborate cream colored patterns of flowers on top of the darker, but still shy shade of indeed gold, them eventually stopping to examine the detailed front which was decorated by most nuanced and exquisite lace designs. Elizabeth grasping the frock with a delighted mien, her marveling smile widening as she then removed it from the box.

"Oh, it's beautiful!" she breathed, her eyes still moving up and down the exquisite dress continuously in admiration, as her father seemed clearly satisfied by her approval. Looking quite self-important in fact, if my corner of eye observation was to go by.

"Isn't it?"

I stole a look at the dress in Elizabeth's hands, indeed finding it to be rather lovely and of latest fashion as well. Many hours of work to have been spent simply to sow that glamorous lace in place, not to mention the complicated but delicate embroidery of the fabric which covered the sleeves that reached the wearer's elbows and the long, voluminous hem. But just as my stealthy examination was complete, Miss. Elizabeth looked now rather suspicious and turned her enticed attention from the garment back to her father.

"May I inquire as to the occasion?" she queried in turn, trying to read her father's features to deduce the answer, but he simply stared back at Miss. Elizabeth and quirked an impassive brow. Bypassing her question.

"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?" he replied with a question of his own , matter-o'-fact tone in his voice, which caused Elizabeth then to smile giddily and once more eye at the dress in joy. Governor Swann sharing a laugh with her until he nodded to me and Hannah remarkably.

"Go on" he urged us, me bowing my head as I quickly waltzed over to the folding screen after Miss Elizabeth, where Hannah placed the box temporarily on top of the still unmade bed, until came to help me to dress our Mistress. Elizabeth slipping out of the nightgown as her father happened to glance outside in shifty thoughts, soon starting to speak when I handed the nightgown to Hannah before helped Elizabeth into her proper undergarments.

"Actually, I…I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today", the Governor confessed then from behind the screen. Hesitating slightly in middle of the phrase, me seeing Miss. Elizabeth to make a puzzled frown at the sound of that as Hannah threw the nightgown over the screen. Me taking the new dress' corset into my hand before giving it a slight shocked look due to its small size…Soon however wrapping it around Elizabeth's torso with a bit unsure fingers, telling her to stay still.

"Ceremony?" she repeated indeed in confusion, then gasping as I pulled the first laces tight in an accustomed manner, already gnashing the poor lass' back. But although I made my own frown due to the perception of the presented gown to be one, two sizes too small for even as quite bosomless woman as Elizabeth, I didn't have other choice but to proceed lower with the laces. Bringing unintentional anguish to her as pulled them as tight as was needed to have her fit in the ridiculously tiny dress her father had acquired.

"Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony", was her father's answer. Elizabeth releasing a hiss when another layer of laces was tightened, forcing her torso to cave in a bit till her exterior turned but aghast, but for a whole different treason. Her leaning stiffly to the side to poke a head out from behind the folding screen to see her father.

"I knew it!" she stated, her voice all but glad, but then she let out a new hiss when I yanked her back gently. Pulling yet another loose lace in place, before tugging at the other.

"For goodness sake!" Elizabeth bemoaned, giving me a slight squint. "Are you doing this on purpose, Miranda? My bones will break if you keep on tightening the thing…"

"I'm sorry Miss, but if I don't, th' dress won't fit ye", I told her, offering her a small apologetic smile in turn until continued. Her sighing in frustration, but begrudgingly agreed with my truthful remark.

"Commodore Norrington, he's about to become", the Governor informed, clearly pleased and notably impressed himself upon saying the man's name, and the reason for that was revealed soon. Miss Elizabeth instead apparently wanting to quirk her eyebrows at this, but wasn't given the chance when I once more tugged the strings of her corset, eventually reaching the lower part of it. But due to the forceful yanks I had to make to squeeze her into the supportive garment, Hannah had to take a better grasp of Elizabeth for her not to fall down…For shortage of breath too.

"A fine gentleman, don't you think?" The Governor asked, even further delighted. "He fancies you, you know."

I lifted my own brows. Truly, Captain Norrington of the Royal Navy was interested in Miss Elizabeth? That sure wouldn't please William…Though inwardly I then couldn't help but smile for relief at this nugget of information, was it selfish or not. But now Elizabeth let out a shocked moan as one more promptly tightened string dug into her back, her giving me a new furrow of her brows, which I could only return with a second apologetic glance. Because of this her pressing a brief, incredulous hand on her flattened stomach, finding it to have no room to rise along with her breathing.

"Elizabeth? How's it coming?" Governor Swann inquired, a little worried upon to have heard his daughter's this time quite a loud gasp. Elizabeth eyeing at the corset she wore and pondered.

"It's difficult to say", was her rather unsure response. The Governor's now turning contemplative, but kind of confused as well when he replied, typically for him misunderstanding the issue as he simply thought his daughter to dislike the look of the gown instead of its practicality.

"I'm told it's the latest fashion in London."

"Well, women- in - London - must've - learned - not to breath", Miss Elizabeth answered, her voice disjointed by the final tugs I performed with all my strength, eventually succeeding in closing my Mistress inside the corset. Smile on my lips due to her rather accurate, but gentle retort. But it truly worried me to allow her to leave the house with that taut contraption crushing her bones just for the sake of fashion of a thin waist. Thank heavens I didn't have to endure such trials with my much simpler corset, which wasn't even close as tight. Elizabeth placing a new hand this time over her bosom, testing did actual air manage to flow in her lungs freely, finding it most likely very challenging.

"There, all done. Now the gown", I stated, stepping past Elizabeth who met my gaze, to see my small compassionate smile until I left the shelter of the folding screen to fetch the dress. But as I took it in my hands the butler of Swann residence stepped in through the open door with a bow.

"Milord, you have a visitor."

I also directed a questionable look towards arrived Tomas, but soon got surprised by Governor Swann before I'd returned back to Miss Elizabeth and Hannah, him recalling something.

"Ah, yes! It must be Mr. Turner!" he stated, my attention instantly perked again due to the mention of William, wide smile rising to my lips. But I wasn't the only one.

"Is Will here?" Elizabeth's voice asked, again her head coming to sight behind the screen. I could see that glow in her irises and understood what it meant, but then bypassed this all too familiar observation like many times before.

The Governor seemed rather uncomfortable now while gazed at his as beaming, smiling daughter as the one who'd received the dress a moment past, also noticing Elizabeth's sudden risen interest. Unlike she hadn't displayed when they had been conversing of James Norrington, a probable candidate for marriage, until this moment when the talk had turned to the young blacksmith of their town. Of whom the Governor had become a bit wary, in the manner of receiving his daughter's attachment every day more, which itself was pretty unsettling to him.

"Miranda dear!" he suddenly called out to me, causing me to come to a halt mid-turn and direct a confused look to him. Him nodding towards Hannah before waving at the dress in my hands. "Come, you go and receive our guest. I believe you'd be rather delighted to meet him", he prompted me, exchanging a short stare with me. "You can leave the matters to Hannah. Now, you go down before me."

"Right awa' sir", I complied, but couldn't keep my voice fully restrained for obvious excitement which raised its head in me. Quickly me placing the gown into Hannah's forth extended arms, noting her clear vexation, before I sailed out of the room in as equal hurry. Soon arriving to the top of the flight of stairs leading down, a new, warmer smile spreading over my lips due to the sight of waiting William in the foyer.

A/N:

Well, during this editing process I've become a bit sad to see so much of the fic's personality to be cut out by the number of Scottish words removed from the original chapters…But well, it's all for the sake of you wonderful readers!

BTW, these stories have been published at Quotev as well, so if you wish to re-read them in their original form, you can find them there under the same pen-name I'm using at this site! (Minus some grammatical and other minor changes made to the text, as quite frankly, after re-reading this story myself I don't understand some choices I've made while writing it…)

Scottish vocabulary:

Pronouns etc:

o'= of, th'= the, 'em= them, oor= our, 'n'= and, intae= into, 'er= her, 'im= him

Recurrent & other words:

maw= mum/mother, me= my, aye= yes, aboot= about, heid, awa'= away, weel = well