ALL RIGHTY!!! This is the 16th chapter, the really revealing one! Sorry it's taken so long, but it took a while to summarise all of this stuff...
And sorry if any historical facts are a bit incorrect in this chapter, I took advantage of my "artistic lisence"... But let me know if there are some really nasty mistakes I should deal with!
Oh, and one more thing! Could someone please tell me what a 'Mary Sue' really is? I've seen people comment on some stories having Mary Sues in them many times, but I've never really fully understood what one is...
So could someone please tell me what's typical for a Mary Sue? What is it? :)
Thanks, and please review...! ;)
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THE SECRET OF GOLDEE
I rubbed my face wearily and sighed, with Jack's gaze fixed on me.
"So there is no treasure. Well - sure, there is, but it's not really a treasure. It's daddy's son."
"I never knew you had a brother," Jack commented.
"I barely know it myself," I said. "He's my half brother. Same father."
"And let me guess: He's what's causin' all the fuss about with the Tinys, ey? Why's that?"
"Well... It's a long story, really. It goes back twenty-one years, back when daddy lived in Britain. He was an aristocrate, a wealthy and respected man. Handeled the law good, dealt with criminals, took care of problems... He was well respected among the British Empire for this."
Jack stared at me. "He was a Tiny, wasn't he?"
"Back then they were really respected everywhere," I said, as if to excuse my father's chosen line of profession. "They did a good job, at least in Britain. Daddy was one of their leaders, he did very well for himself, and for the Empire. He was often invited to dine with the King and the Royal Family, that's how important he was to the country.
"But a problem first ocurred when father fell in love with Anne."
"Anne?" Jack repeated.
"Yes, Anne. She's married to the King of Denmark, and set to be the British King's heir if he has no children."
"And he still has none, isn't that right?"
I nodded. "He's got none. So Anne is most likely to become Queen when he's gone, unless some miracle happens that brings him a child. The thing is, Anne fell in love with daddy as well back then, at those times when she was in England. They got to know each other quite well, you might say..."
"As well as the two of us then?" Jack grinned.
"Better," I replied annoyed. "They got very well along indeed. Father became obsessed with her."
"How do you know that?" Jack said. "You weren't born."
"He told me," I said angrily, then added: "...before he went mad."
"Right."
"He loved Anne, I really believe he did. And he had a lot of excuses to see her, seeing as how he was an infamous Tiny back then. George Goldee, no criminal could defeat him, they said..."
* * *
Old George Goldee tilted his head up to listen. The girl spoke of him, he was sure of that. She spoke of him as though she was a shadow - same was the man called 'Jack' - what was important was the story that was being told. Anne was mentioned. And the treasure, the little boy, the wonderful boy. And the horrible past of being a grand member of the Law in their prime days...
George remembered. Maybe he was off the hooks, but his memory was intact. And he remembered... He remembered Anne, running through the great hall towards him...
"George!" she called out to him, and he smiled. God, how beautiful she was. And she loved him, just like he loved her.
"George," she said again as she reached him, and he couldn't help but quickly embracing her, even though there was a slight risk as someone could appear at any second.
"No, my love, we mustn't," Anne said, and George discovered she was less cheerful than she used to be.
"Is something wrong?" he asked her, holding her hands caringly. "Bad news?"
"They may be both good and bad," Anne replied with a serious look. "I have something to tell you. Are you ready, George?"
"Of course I am."
She sighed. "I am with child. Your child."
George stood there for a second. How was he supposed to respond? How to act? The very idea of a child being created by him, and with the woman he loved, was fantastic. He just wanted to embrace her and hold her and be happy forever, but he knew it couldn't be as easy as that. If it had been, Anne would have been happy too.
Still, he felt he should ask. "Why are you not happy then? It is a wonderful thing."
"Oh George, you do not understand," she sighed. "You know I cannot carry your child. We are not married! I have been unfaithful to my husband in Denmark, and for that I am condemned... But it is not the King's child! And he will know it, for I have been in Britain for too long now for it to be him. Oh George, I do not know what to do...!"
George held her, stroking her gently through her hair. "It will be all right, love. Do not worry, I will sort everything out. When are you going back to Denmark?"
"Soon," she replied. "And we must figure out what to do by then. I cannot carry this child, George, I simply cannot!"
"I will take care of everything," George said again. "It will be all right."
But nothing was all right, George remembered... Everything had gone terribly wrong. Shortly after George had figured out about Anne's child, one of her maids did as well, and soon the word was all over the castle that Anne was with child. But whose it was, no one knew - except that it could not be her husband's.
Anne had kept mostly to herself for a period after this, and no one dared ask her who the father of her child was.
George remembered his despair back then, the fear of people knowing it was him, and the fear of never knowing his own child. But more than anything he still dreaded the day she would go back to Denmark. Then it would take ages before she came back, and maybe he would never get to love her again. That was the worst fear...
And all of this had driven him mad. At last he had decided he needed to talk properly to Anne, one on one. And so late at night when everyone had gone to bed, George remembered having sneaked into her bedroom in the evening...
"Who is there?" Anne's soft voice spoke.
"It is me, George," George replied, approaching her bed in the dark.
"George!" she said. "You should not be here! Not at all! No one must figure out who the father is, if they do not, no one can prove it is not the King of Denmark... In any case I cannot see you any longer, you realize that?"
"But I have to see you," George argued. "I live for the soul purpose of the chance of maybe seeing you, that is why I go here every day I can. I need you to be happy, Anne. Without you, I will go mad."
"Do not talk of madness, George," Anne sighed. "It is all madness. But I cannot carry your child as yours, it must appear to everyone as the King of Denmark's child."
"So I will never know my own child then?" George asked, terrified. "You cannot deny me knowing my own child, Anne...!"
"I wish there was another way," she sighed, leaning back in the bed.
"As do I," George agreed. For a moment there was silence, and then he whispered: "I do love you dearly, Anne."
"I know," she replied. And then she was silent, and George couldn't see her in the dark to know how she felt, and he decided it was the right time to leave her in peace.
But as he left her room and entered the hallway, he saw a light in front of him.
And there was the King of Britain himself, holding a candle, staring vividly at him. "Mr. Goldee!" he exclaimed. "In Queen Anne's bedroom?"
George had nothing to say. At that moment, he made a fast decision: That he would never let his child grow up without knowing him. He would give up his job, his friends, his freedom - anything, to see the child grow up. Maybe would he even give up Anne...?
At that, he quickly ran off through the hallway, escaping the shocked gaze of the King, out of the castle and into the dark streets of London. Everything was lost now. His affair with Anne was unveiled, and there was nothing he could do about it. Except ensure his child's future...
* * *
I took a break in telling Jack the story and glanced over at my father. It looked almost as though he was paying attention, perhaps remembering along with the story as I was telling it. That would have been something quite typical for my father.
Jack looked up at me. "It really is a long story," he commented. "Go on, then."
I sighed. "Very well... So daddy was now wanted by the British Royal family. Of course they didn't accept his affair with Anne, especially since she was with child and all... They would have killed him if they got their hands on him, but father had a lot of ways of hiding. He got away from them, they never found him in London.
"But he still had his contacts that were faithful to him, and through some certain friends he soon learned that Anne was sailing back to Denmark with one of the King's ships. Daddy's best source could tell him that there certainly was something very suspicious about this trip, a lot of things pointed towards something weird that was meant to happen... Father didn't like the idea of it. Whatever made them so paranoid and uptight about this trip back to Denmark had something to do with Anne's child, he knew it. And he feared the worst.
"So daddy made a plan. He got in touch with a few partly friendly pirates through a pub and managed to bargain with them: For a good deal of money they were to follow a ship at good distance, then let him do whatever it was he needed to do and afterwards take him to the Caribbean. It wasn't such a bad plan, now when I think about it."
"He was ensuring the safety of the child," Jack said. "Hm. No, not a bad plan."
"So the day came when the ship taking Anne to Denmark was leaving the bay. And daddy and his pirate mates were close behind, following the British Navy ship steady on through the seas.
The journey took months, something the pirates weren't exactly pleased with... But father managed to convince them by offering them more money. He got even more suspicious when he saw how much time this ship spent at sea - he was certain they really could have reached Denmark a lot quicker if they had wanted to. And then finally, after almost eight months, the British ship suddenly stopped wittingly sailing out at sea. Time seemed to be standing still at the ship, and daddy knew something was going on..."
* * *
George listened in. Yes, the girl was telling the true story. He remembered it... The fear he felt when the British ship had stopped... He remembered...
"Something is definitely happening," he commented to the pirate Captain.
"Aye, lad, I'm sure it is," the Captain replied. "Maybe this is what we've been wastin' our time waitin' fer fer the last eight months then, Mr. Goldee?"
"I fear it might be," George said. "Though I do not know if I am ready."
"What do ya wish ta do?"
"I wish to take your rowboat and row over there, it will be dark soon, hopefully the will not spot me. I need to get in touch with someone on the ship."
"Feel free ta loan yerself the rowboat, mate, but be sure ta be comin' back. We don't want nobody cheatin' us, ya hear me?"
"No worries there, Captain," George smiled, "I need you to get away from here."
"Aye, ya said so," the Captain said, "but maybe it's been all a game. Maybe it's yer mates over at tha' ship, waitin' to take ya aboard and back to England."
"They are no friends of mine," George explained. "If they find me, they will kill me."
"Aye, tha's good enough fer me," the Captain laughed, and George borrowed a rowboat.
As night fell, he rowed his boat and approached the ship in silence. He was in luck, for the moon was hidden behind the clouds that night, and no one on the British ship spotted him. Reaching the ship was considered by George as the easiest task. Now came the hard one: He had to find the window of the cabin in which Anne stayed.
Having spent the last few months on a pirate's ship, George had learned many things he'd earlier known nothing of - for example how to climb the most difficult of areas. This new ability allowed him to climb the ship with the simple use of a rope borrowed to him by the pirate Captain. George managed to pull himself up alongside the ship's side without being heard or seen - most likely the crew were all under deck for whatever reason.
George found himself swaying in the rope in front of the cabin windows on starboard side. Slowly he began working his way across the side of the ship, looking into every window to find the one which would lead him to Anne's window. He finally found it.
And on the inside, he could see Anne and three of her maids, Anne being in bed, with two of the maids attending her, whilst the third one was holding something small in a piece of cloth in her arms, something which without mistake had to be Anne's child.
A fifth person was to be seen in the room: George recognized him easily, it was Anne's own father. And he seemed not too happy with the situation. George couldn't hear what they spoke of, but Anne and her father were clearly disagreing on something.
Finally Anne seemed to say something final which made both her father and the maids leave the room at her command, giving Anne a moment alone in the cabin with her newborn baby.
George knew this was his only chance. He knocked on her cabin window, and she immediately heard the sound and looked up. He could see her grabbing the bed sheet with one hand in shock, trying not to scream. Who would have suspected George Goldee would be outside her cabin window at open sea?
"George," she whispered as she'd opened the window. "What are you doing here?"
"I cannot explain it to you, it is too complicated," he replied. "Your maids or someone else may return at any moment. Hand me my child."
"What?" Anne stared at him.
"Hand me my child, Anne!" he insisted. "Do not lie to me, I know what they intend to do with it. There is a reason why your trip to Denmark has lasted for this long. You have been sailing in circles, waiting for our child to be born. Now that he is, your father wishes to throw him out at sea and pretend it never happened, so that your husband will never know. Am I right?"
"Oh George," Anne sighed. "I am so sorry! How did you guess?"
"I am no fool," he smiled. Then his face turned serious again: "But I will not let you kill my precious child."
Anne smiled, tears in her eyes. "It is a boy, George. Is it not wonderful?"
"Yes, it is," he said. "Please. They will kill me if I am spotted. Hand me our child, and I will make sure he grows up safe. Tell your father you threw him out at sea for yourself. He will believe you, for our son will no longer be aboard this ship."
Anne hesitated. Could she do this? Betray her father?
But then on the other hand... She did not want her child to be killed. And the purpose of these actions out at sea will be accomplished at any point - the secret child of Queen Anne would be gone forever, and her husband would never have to know...
Before even giving herself the chance to regret, Anne handed the newborn baby to her dearest George and kissed them both goodbye. "Find him a good nurse who will feed him well," she said. "Do not let anything happen to him!"
"Do not worry," George smiled. "I love him already. I will treat him like the greatest treasure in the world. Goodbye, Anne."
And at that, he lowered himself and his baby son down to the rowboat and brought them both back to the pirate's ship, which would again bring them to an unknown island in the Caribbean where George could find a fostermother for the boy, and then George and his child could live happy, worriless lives...
* * *
I paused, and let Jack enumerate.
Gazing over at my father, I saw he was in deep thoughts. Sure he was mad, he was crazy, but in his own little mind, there was still sanity for him. And I believe he managed to recall on what I'd just told Jack. My father was no stupid man, even if he was insane.
"The British Navy," Jack said, "the Tinys and the Royal Family of England all want to get their hands on George Goldee here - or anyone named Goldee, for that matter - in order to get their hands on your half brother."
"The possible heir to the throne of England," I completed.
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There we are. Reviews, please!!
And sorry if any historical facts are a bit incorrect in this chapter, I took advantage of my "artistic lisence"... But let me know if there are some really nasty mistakes I should deal with!
Oh, and one more thing! Could someone please tell me what a 'Mary Sue' really is? I've seen people comment on some stories having Mary Sues in them many times, but I've never really fully understood what one is...
So could someone please tell me what's typical for a Mary Sue? What is it? :)
Thanks, and please review...! ;)
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THE SECRET OF GOLDEE
I rubbed my face wearily and sighed, with Jack's gaze fixed on me.
"So there is no treasure. Well - sure, there is, but it's not really a treasure. It's daddy's son."
"I never knew you had a brother," Jack commented.
"I barely know it myself," I said. "He's my half brother. Same father."
"And let me guess: He's what's causin' all the fuss about with the Tinys, ey? Why's that?"
"Well... It's a long story, really. It goes back twenty-one years, back when daddy lived in Britain. He was an aristocrate, a wealthy and respected man. Handeled the law good, dealt with criminals, took care of problems... He was well respected among the British Empire for this."
Jack stared at me. "He was a Tiny, wasn't he?"
"Back then they were really respected everywhere," I said, as if to excuse my father's chosen line of profession. "They did a good job, at least in Britain. Daddy was one of their leaders, he did very well for himself, and for the Empire. He was often invited to dine with the King and the Royal Family, that's how important he was to the country.
"But a problem first ocurred when father fell in love with Anne."
"Anne?" Jack repeated.
"Yes, Anne. She's married to the King of Denmark, and set to be the British King's heir if he has no children."
"And he still has none, isn't that right?"
I nodded. "He's got none. So Anne is most likely to become Queen when he's gone, unless some miracle happens that brings him a child. The thing is, Anne fell in love with daddy as well back then, at those times when she was in England. They got to know each other quite well, you might say..."
"As well as the two of us then?" Jack grinned.
"Better," I replied annoyed. "They got very well along indeed. Father became obsessed with her."
"How do you know that?" Jack said. "You weren't born."
"He told me," I said angrily, then added: "...before he went mad."
"Right."
"He loved Anne, I really believe he did. And he had a lot of excuses to see her, seeing as how he was an infamous Tiny back then. George Goldee, no criminal could defeat him, they said..."
* * *
Old George Goldee tilted his head up to listen. The girl spoke of him, he was sure of that. She spoke of him as though she was a shadow - same was the man called 'Jack' - what was important was the story that was being told. Anne was mentioned. And the treasure, the little boy, the wonderful boy. And the horrible past of being a grand member of the Law in their prime days...
George remembered. Maybe he was off the hooks, but his memory was intact. And he remembered... He remembered Anne, running through the great hall towards him...
"George!" she called out to him, and he smiled. God, how beautiful she was. And she loved him, just like he loved her.
"George," she said again as she reached him, and he couldn't help but quickly embracing her, even though there was a slight risk as someone could appear at any second.
"No, my love, we mustn't," Anne said, and George discovered she was less cheerful than she used to be.
"Is something wrong?" he asked her, holding her hands caringly. "Bad news?"
"They may be both good and bad," Anne replied with a serious look. "I have something to tell you. Are you ready, George?"
"Of course I am."
She sighed. "I am with child. Your child."
George stood there for a second. How was he supposed to respond? How to act? The very idea of a child being created by him, and with the woman he loved, was fantastic. He just wanted to embrace her and hold her and be happy forever, but he knew it couldn't be as easy as that. If it had been, Anne would have been happy too.
Still, he felt he should ask. "Why are you not happy then? It is a wonderful thing."
"Oh George, you do not understand," she sighed. "You know I cannot carry your child. We are not married! I have been unfaithful to my husband in Denmark, and for that I am condemned... But it is not the King's child! And he will know it, for I have been in Britain for too long now for it to be him. Oh George, I do not know what to do...!"
George held her, stroking her gently through her hair. "It will be all right, love. Do not worry, I will sort everything out. When are you going back to Denmark?"
"Soon," she replied. "And we must figure out what to do by then. I cannot carry this child, George, I simply cannot!"
"I will take care of everything," George said again. "It will be all right."
But nothing was all right, George remembered... Everything had gone terribly wrong. Shortly after George had figured out about Anne's child, one of her maids did as well, and soon the word was all over the castle that Anne was with child. But whose it was, no one knew - except that it could not be her husband's.
Anne had kept mostly to herself for a period after this, and no one dared ask her who the father of her child was.
George remembered his despair back then, the fear of people knowing it was him, and the fear of never knowing his own child. But more than anything he still dreaded the day she would go back to Denmark. Then it would take ages before she came back, and maybe he would never get to love her again. That was the worst fear...
And all of this had driven him mad. At last he had decided he needed to talk properly to Anne, one on one. And so late at night when everyone had gone to bed, George remembered having sneaked into her bedroom in the evening...
"Who is there?" Anne's soft voice spoke.
"It is me, George," George replied, approaching her bed in the dark.
"George!" she said. "You should not be here! Not at all! No one must figure out who the father is, if they do not, no one can prove it is not the King of Denmark... In any case I cannot see you any longer, you realize that?"
"But I have to see you," George argued. "I live for the soul purpose of the chance of maybe seeing you, that is why I go here every day I can. I need you to be happy, Anne. Without you, I will go mad."
"Do not talk of madness, George," Anne sighed. "It is all madness. But I cannot carry your child as yours, it must appear to everyone as the King of Denmark's child."
"So I will never know my own child then?" George asked, terrified. "You cannot deny me knowing my own child, Anne...!"
"I wish there was another way," she sighed, leaning back in the bed.
"As do I," George agreed. For a moment there was silence, and then he whispered: "I do love you dearly, Anne."
"I know," she replied. And then she was silent, and George couldn't see her in the dark to know how she felt, and he decided it was the right time to leave her in peace.
But as he left her room and entered the hallway, he saw a light in front of him.
And there was the King of Britain himself, holding a candle, staring vividly at him. "Mr. Goldee!" he exclaimed. "In Queen Anne's bedroom?"
George had nothing to say. At that moment, he made a fast decision: That he would never let his child grow up without knowing him. He would give up his job, his friends, his freedom - anything, to see the child grow up. Maybe would he even give up Anne...?
At that, he quickly ran off through the hallway, escaping the shocked gaze of the King, out of the castle and into the dark streets of London. Everything was lost now. His affair with Anne was unveiled, and there was nothing he could do about it. Except ensure his child's future...
* * *
I took a break in telling Jack the story and glanced over at my father. It looked almost as though he was paying attention, perhaps remembering along with the story as I was telling it. That would have been something quite typical for my father.
Jack looked up at me. "It really is a long story," he commented. "Go on, then."
I sighed. "Very well... So daddy was now wanted by the British Royal family. Of course they didn't accept his affair with Anne, especially since she was with child and all... They would have killed him if they got their hands on him, but father had a lot of ways of hiding. He got away from them, they never found him in London.
"But he still had his contacts that were faithful to him, and through some certain friends he soon learned that Anne was sailing back to Denmark with one of the King's ships. Daddy's best source could tell him that there certainly was something very suspicious about this trip, a lot of things pointed towards something weird that was meant to happen... Father didn't like the idea of it. Whatever made them so paranoid and uptight about this trip back to Denmark had something to do with Anne's child, he knew it. And he feared the worst.
"So daddy made a plan. He got in touch with a few partly friendly pirates through a pub and managed to bargain with them: For a good deal of money they were to follow a ship at good distance, then let him do whatever it was he needed to do and afterwards take him to the Caribbean. It wasn't such a bad plan, now when I think about it."
"He was ensuring the safety of the child," Jack said. "Hm. No, not a bad plan."
"So the day came when the ship taking Anne to Denmark was leaving the bay. And daddy and his pirate mates were close behind, following the British Navy ship steady on through the seas.
The journey took months, something the pirates weren't exactly pleased with... But father managed to convince them by offering them more money. He got even more suspicious when he saw how much time this ship spent at sea - he was certain they really could have reached Denmark a lot quicker if they had wanted to. And then finally, after almost eight months, the British ship suddenly stopped wittingly sailing out at sea. Time seemed to be standing still at the ship, and daddy knew something was going on..."
* * *
George listened in. Yes, the girl was telling the true story. He remembered it... The fear he felt when the British ship had stopped... He remembered...
"Something is definitely happening," he commented to the pirate Captain.
"Aye, lad, I'm sure it is," the Captain replied. "Maybe this is what we've been wastin' our time waitin' fer fer the last eight months then, Mr. Goldee?"
"I fear it might be," George said. "Though I do not know if I am ready."
"What do ya wish ta do?"
"I wish to take your rowboat and row over there, it will be dark soon, hopefully the will not spot me. I need to get in touch with someone on the ship."
"Feel free ta loan yerself the rowboat, mate, but be sure ta be comin' back. We don't want nobody cheatin' us, ya hear me?"
"No worries there, Captain," George smiled, "I need you to get away from here."
"Aye, ya said so," the Captain said, "but maybe it's been all a game. Maybe it's yer mates over at tha' ship, waitin' to take ya aboard and back to England."
"They are no friends of mine," George explained. "If they find me, they will kill me."
"Aye, tha's good enough fer me," the Captain laughed, and George borrowed a rowboat.
As night fell, he rowed his boat and approached the ship in silence. He was in luck, for the moon was hidden behind the clouds that night, and no one on the British ship spotted him. Reaching the ship was considered by George as the easiest task. Now came the hard one: He had to find the window of the cabin in which Anne stayed.
Having spent the last few months on a pirate's ship, George had learned many things he'd earlier known nothing of - for example how to climb the most difficult of areas. This new ability allowed him to climb the ship with the simple use of a rope borrowed to him by the pirate Captain. George managed to pull himself up alongside the ship's side without being heard or seen - most likely the crew were all under deck for whatever reason.
George found himself swaying in the rope in front of the cabin windows on starboard side. Slowly he began working his way across the side of the ship, looking into every window to find the one which would lead him to Anne's window. He finally found it.
And on the inside, he could see Anne and three of her maids, Anne being in bed, with two of the maids attending her, whilst the third one was holding something small in a piece of cloth in her arms, something which without mistake had to be Anne's child.
A fifth person was to be seen in the room: George recognized him easily, it was Anne's own father. And he seemed not too happy with the situation. George couldn't hear what they spoke of, but Anne and her father were clearly disagreing on something.
Finally Anne seemed to say something final which made both her father and the maids leave the room at her command, giving Anne a moment alone in the cabin with her newborn baby.
George knew this was his only chance. He knocked on her cabin window, and she immediately heard the sound and looked up. He could see her grabbing the bed sheet with one hand in shock, trying not to scream. Who would have suspected George Goldee would be outside her cabin window at open sea?
"George," she whispered as she'd opened the window. "What are you doing here?"
"I cannot explain it to you, it is too complicated," he replied. "Your maids or someone else may return at any moment. Hand me my child."
"What?" Anne stared at him.
"Hand me my child, Anne!" he insisted. "Do not lie to me, I know what they intend to do with it. There is a reason why your trip to Denmark has lasted for this long. You have been sailing in circles, waiting for our child to be born. Now that he is, your father wishes to throw him out at sea and pretend it never happened, so that your husband will never know. Am I right?"
"Oh George," Anne sighed. "I am so sorry! How did you guess?"
"I am no fool," he smiled. Then his face turned serious again: "But I will not let you kill my precious child."
Anne smiled, tears in her eyes. "It is a boy, George. Is it not wonderful?"
"Yes, it is," he said. "Please. They will kill me if I am spotted. Hand me our child, and I will make sure he grows up safe. Tell your father you threw him out at sea for yourself. He will believe you, for our son will no longer be aboard this ship."
Anne hesitated. Could she do this? Betray her father?
But then on the other hand... She did not want her child to be killed. And the purpose of these actions out at sea will be accomplished at any point - the secret child of Queen Anne would be gone forever, and her husband would never have to know...
Before even giving herself the chance to regret, Anne handed the newborn baby to her dearest George and kissed them both goodbye. "Find him a good nurse who will feed him well," she said. "Do not let anything happen to him!"
"Do not worry," George smiled. "I love him already. I will treat him like the greatest treasure in the world. Goodbye, Anne."
And at that, he lowered himself and his baby son down to the rowboat and brought them both back to the pirate's ship, which would again bring them to an unknown island in the Caribbean where George could find a fostermother for the boy, and then George and his child could live happy, worriless lives...
* * *
I paused, and let Jack enumerate.
Gazing over at my father, I saw he was in deep thoughts. Sure he was mad, he was crazy, but in his own little mind, there was still sanity for him. And I believe he managed to recall on what I'd just told Jack. My father was no stupid man, even if he was insane.
"The British Navy," Jack said, "the Tinys and the Royal Family of England all want to get their hands on George Goldee here - or anyone named Goldee, for that matter - in order to get their hands on your half brother."
"The possible heir to the throne of England," I completed.
***
There we are. Reviews, please!!