As soon as Grandfather steps off his ship, I rush into his arms. He holds me tighlty, then mother rushes into his arms.
Ana-Marie, Jack, Father, and the rest of the crew watch. Grandfather then turns to shake hands with the rest of the crew, giving Caddie a hug, and John a Handshake.
"So, captain, have the winds been good to you?"
"Aye sir, they have indeed." answeres Jack. I can hardly wait to tell him my news, so I spill it all, like the dirty dish-water we sometimes dump overboard.
"Father has promised to teach me, Caddie, and John the art of sword-fighting!"
I wait eagerly for his reply, but Father speaks first. "Aye, 'tis true, and I plan to teach them metal-work as well. They're all a bit of a whiz at the sword already, though."
Granfather looks reproachful, but all he says is,"Isn't sword fighting wasted on woman?"
"In some cases sir;" my father replies,"But it wouldn't be a waste on these fine young ladies. It would be a shame not to as well."
"I suppose you're right." my grandfather says finally," I have no doubt that the will be fine swordsmen."
"And Women!" I innteruppt. We all laugh. Mother invites Grandfather and his crew aboard for supper. Ftom his large wig, grandfather pulls presents for Caddie, John'n me
I recieve a small mirror, Caddie a Hair-ribbon, A lovley shade of amber to match her eyes, and John a compass. We thank him, and go down to a delicious supper.
Later that night, I study my face in the mirror. I have my father face, With a strong, determined look about it. My mothers brown eyes, which carry a sense of dignity.
I have my mother's hair, streaked with bits of golden from the Carribean sun. Like my father, I don't have a bit of sense. My mother clames this to be a good trait, Because if my father had had any sense, she would be dead.
I smile, and soon our parents come to kiss our foreheads good-night.
Ana-Marie, Jack, Father, and the rest of the crew watch. Grandfather then turns to shake hands with the rest of the crew, giving Caddie a hug, and John a Handshake.
"So, captain, have the winds been good to you?"
"Aye sir, they have indeed." answeres Jack. I can hardly wait to tell him my news, so I spill it all, like the dirty dish-water we sometimes dump overboard.
"Father has promised to teach me, Caddie, and John the art of sword-fighting!"
I wait eagerly for his reply, but Father speaks first. "Aye, 'tis true, and I plan to teach them metal-work as well. They're all a bit of a whiz at the sword already, though."
Granfather looks reproachful, but all he says is,"Isn't sword fighting wasted on woman?"
"In some cases sir;" my father replies,"But it wouldn't be a waste on these fine young ladies. It would be a shame not to as well."
"I suppose you're right." my grandfather says finally," I have no doubt that the will be fine swordsmen."
"And Women!" I innteruppt. We all laugh. Mother invites Grandfather and his crew aboard for supper. Ftom his large wig, grandfather pulls presents for Caddie, John'n me
I recieve a small mirror, Caddie a Hair-ribbon, A lovley shade of amber to match her eyes, and John a compass. We thank him, and go down to a delicious supper.
Later that night, I study my face in the mirror. I have my father face, With a strong, determined look about it. My mothers brown eyes, which carry a sense of dignity.
I have my mother's hair, streaked with bits of golden from the Carribean sun. Like my father, I don't have a bit of sense. My mother clames this to be a good trait, Because if my father had had any sense, she would be dead.
I smile, and soon our parents come to kiss our foreheads good-night.