Still haven't heard from or received any checks from the Mouse so I guess I still don't have an interest in any of his property, intellectual or other wise, or own a darn thing.
Any inaccuracies historical or otherwise are immediately sent to the brig
Chapter 9
There they stood staring at each other. "Uncle Teague" with a sly grin on his face and Rebecca in a state of shock over the slap she had just administered. She was the first to look away, and Teague gave Bosun a little wink. "Well now young sir, just what are we to do with ye?" "Bosun, seems to me we be short a cabin boy, mayhaps this slip of a lad could fill that station. What thinks ye Bosun?" At this Rebecca's head snapped up and her tongue finally started to work. "You can't take me, no not good, you don't understand, I have family that will want to see me again. I can't go with you. I have to go home. Besides I can't be a cabin boy because… because… and then her brain kicked in. She stood there with her mouth hanging open, afraid to tell them she was a girl. After all she didn't know these men, they might be capable of just about anything. But if she didn't tell them she was a girl they might just shanghi her for their crew. And what if it came out her Father was the Representative from England. They might hold her for ransom or worse. Boy had she gotten herself in a mess now. She almost wished Mr. Startled Loudmouth had taken her to the Constable. She couldn't think, she couldn't move, she couldn't do anything but stand there and ……cry. Cry???? She hadn't cried in forever. At least not since she was a little girl. Well wasn't that just terribly unhelpful!! And to make it worse her commodore was laughing at her. Laughing!!! And that just made her cry harder. Her commodore stepped forward, put his arm around her shoulder, and said over her head to Bosun, " I think this calls for a drink eh??"
Oh no, she was not in a big enough mess, now she was going to be drug into the tavern.
Why hadn't she just left well enough alone and stayed at home and did her homework like she should have. No she had to go out chasing some stranger. And look where that had gotten her. Teague began trying to direct her to the door of said tavern. She dug her heels in and tried not to move. He wound up half dragging, half carrying her. She started to blubber, "No, No I can't go in there. Please don't make me go in there. I can't go in there. You don't understand" her voice raising to a desperate shrill pitch, "I CAN'T GO IN THERE, I'M A…I'M A… I'M A GIRL!" Teague began roaring with laughter at this. "There be many a girl in there, lass. One more in my book is just more the merrier."
He did stop his forward motion though, and looked at her with more interest. He was still smiling but it was different somehow. Then he reached over and pulled off the hat she had been wearing, allowing her hair that was tucked inside, to cascade down her back. And then he just stood there staring at her with this indiscernible look on his face.
She didn't know what to think, or to do.Should she speak? Should she run? But all she did do was stand there under his gaze. Finally he did speak. " Well now Bosun, what thinks ye bout this turn of events? I thought he was a might purty for a lad, but as a girl she is downright breathtakin." "What be your name luv?" Her brain was too addled to lie so she told the truth. "Rebecca" she whispered. "A right fine name for a right fine lass says I." Teague stated. "You spoke of family before, who be they?" Now why did that question not totally surprise her?
To Be Continued
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