" Hi. Are you the Midshipman Wellard? Because, If you are, I'm the red coat that is joining you and your ship till Russia."
Mr. Wellard mouth opened, but he couldn't speak.
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Ok, before you read the Chapter two, I just want that you know that I do know that the things that I wrote never would happened, but it was fun, so I think, 'What a hell? Give the poor History a shoot...'
Just don't hate me
Oh, I don't own the characters, you know
So young – Chap. 2/?
"Excuse me? Can't be you." Said Mr. Wellard, with an impression that this was a Joke.
" What's the problem with me?"
"Well..."
The Problem with him was that it wasn't he. It was She. A girl that wasn't very tall and was dressed with a Red Coat was there, stopped in the rain, telling him that She was the Red-coat.
"Hi... Are you ok?" Said the girl.
"What kind of joke is this?"
"It isn't a joke, Mr..."
"Wellard. And is no possibility of you been our red coat. You're a woman, and... "
"So what? Do you've got something against women?" She was looking annoyed.
"Look, Miss, I don't know what kind of joke is this, but I don't like it. It is not fun, and I want that you show me where is the red-coat, so that I can get out of this rain."
" He's right here, is take it or leave it! And the name is Anastasia March Knowsckerina. But everyone calls me Anne. Now Let's go, the rain is getting worst."
They don't speak all the way to the 'March Board'
" Why are we here?"
"Because it's where the officers from our ship are. Do you need help with that bag?"
"I don't need it on the rain, why would I need it now?" Said her sarcastically. "If I knew that this is where you were staying I wouldn't need to walk all the way in the rain... I'm so stupid!"
"Excuse me?" He looked to her with a look: 'Crazy...'
"Never Mind" Say her quickly, while she was getting into the place. "Oh, terrible weather... Nobody told me that England was like this." Whispered Anne.
"Like what?" Asked Mr. Wellard, While he took his wet overcoat and Miss Gilmore took her wet boots and put another pair, dry.
"Like wet. Wet all the damn time. All the time raining and snowing. I use to love the snow, but I don't see the sun makes four weeks. It's depressive. The only thing that you can see is the grey sky above you."
" You looks mad. Any way, I'm not convinced that all these isn't a joke, but, if it isn't, why it would be you the red coat that is going to join us on our travel to Russia?"
"Well, I'm Russian. Cap. Pellew though that it would be good to have someone that talks Russian on the boat."
"Oh, let me guess, you're the only person in England that talks Russian? Right. Besides, Cap. Pellew isn't on the command of this mission." Said him raising a eyebrow.
" Well, the only one available. Plus, isn't everyone that wants to get into a boat and do this crazy trip. Oh, and I'm correspondent from The diary news, so, as you may see, I'm the person fit for this post. And I talk to Cap. Pellew yesterday, he told me that he will be on this ship."
" Why I don't believe on you?"
"Oh, I'm not asking you to believe me. Now, If you could please tell me were is Mr. Buckland, I'll be glad."
Mr. Wellard turned himself sadly and went to call Mr. Buckland, while the strange girl sit on a comfortable chair
"Sure" He though. "Left that Mr. Wellard do everything that nobody else wants to do. That's what he's there anyway..."
"Mr. Buckland, sir. I went to met the Red-coat like you tell me to, and I don't think it was a Fun Joke."
"Joke, Mr. Wellard? It was not a Joke. Now, where is Miss March?" Said him, don't paying attention to anything that Henry Wellard said.
"Sir? Do you want to speak with me?" Said the girl.
"Oh, Miss March. Come in, please." Said Mr. Buckland.
"Sir, look, I know this is a lot strange, but I can explain. Woman usually don't get in ships, but this is something that I really want to do. I'm a journalist and I pretend to be a writer, so I need to pass trough this experience, If I want to write about it. I speak Russian like I speak English, and I'm going to be a lot useful. I promise that I will not disturb your men while they work, and I'll be glad just in see How a ship works."
" Well, you sound very convinced. Isn't anything that I could say to persuade you, Miss March? Because I'm telling you, there aren't comfort on a ship. You'll be treaty like everyone else. You'll be equal to us."
"Equal." Said her with a strange light in her eyes. "That's the word that I'm looking for. I don't want comfort, I just want to feel How is to be on a ship."
"So, I guess you're going with us."
"Oh, thank you Mr. Buckland! Thank you very much! You won't be sorry, I promise!"
And she shake Mr. Buckland hand.
" I hope you join us in dinner, Miss March."
" Sure. And, please, call me Anne, or Miss Anne. Anastasia is a too big name, and Miss March reminds me my Mother."