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Inaccuracies as usual will be slapped soundly across the face, tied to a chair and dunked in the well.
Chapter 11
That's when she started to scream……and cry. "NOOOOOO !!!!! I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!!!! PLEASE LET ME GO HOME !!!!!!!! YOU MUST LET ME GO HOME!!!!!" She found herself rather rudely pulled off his shoulder, and ungraciously deposited on the ground, with "Uncle Teague" crouched mere inches from her face. "First of all lass, I must do nothing. And second of all, we be at me ship." Although these words struck terror in her, part of her mind couldn't help but think as she stared at him, he's really not that much older than me. He can't even be out of his 20's yet. Oh that's just great. Here she was about to be taken against her will, onto some stranger's ship, to sail who knows where, and she is thinking about their age difference. That's just great Rebecca. Thinking like that will surely get you out of this mess loads faster.
He pulled her to her feet, turned her towards the path and started shoving her along in front of him. They hadn't gone but just a few yards when they broke through the trees and she caught sight of "his ship". It was anchored out in a small sheltered bay, about 200 feet or so from shore. She stopped short and "Uncle Teague" almost tripped over her. " Bloody Hell lass, what er ye doin?" She didn't realize she had stopped till she heard his words.
"It's Beautiful" was all she could say. There in the moonlight it sat rocking gently on the waves. She could see the pale illumination of various lanterns on the ship. Almost like fairy lights, some stationary, and some moving in the hands of the crew. He took a hold of her arm, but much gentler now, and guided her to a small boat tied to a tree at the waters edge. He lifted her in and he stepped in after her. Bosun pushed them out into the water, and began to row towards the larger vessel. Rebecca turned herself around in the boat so she could see their approach. She sat stone still and stared, unable to put into words what she was feeling at the sight. Not that either of her "companions" would give a fig anyway. She felt "Uncle Teague" take the binding from around her wrists, and turned to look at him. With a half smile, and a casual flip of his hand, he said. "No use me havin to carry ye up yon ladder if ye can climb up yerself eh?"