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Chapter 2: Jimmy
AnaMarie stared at the boy with a look of deep affection like that of a mother to her newborn babe. The boy was in his late teens by the looks of it. He seemed to enjoy his work on the Black Pearl and he was sitting on the trunk with his feet dangling over the dock´s edge. He had checked for damage and scratches on the trunk and was now inspecting his own, smiling bemused at a bruise on his right ankle and a long but shallow scratch on his left hand. He forgave the dog by petting him. He had black curly hair, now left into soggy droopy locks surrounding his face. He had grey eyes, wide and alert; stormy eyes if you will. He wore black boots, a weathered blue tunic, and grey oversized and sagging pants with wide pockets sown to them held up by a leather belt with fine celtic knots graved into them. Will had been able to catch him toss off a long thin black coat before diving in. He was tall, slim and lean instead of lanky like most boys his age, probably fruit of the hard work needed as a member of the pearl´s crew. But he was tanned, not like AnaMarie who had natural chocolate skin. The boy was probably caucasian but AnaMarie had called him her boy.
Elizabeth tried to analize the situation discreetly so as to not seem to pesky in prying on AnaMarie´s past but the boy could be fifteen at least and AnaMarie seemed to be not yet in her thirties. AnaMarie would´ve had the boy at fourteen or fifteen at most. AnaMarie turned her glance back to the young couple who finished their calculations nudging one another and smiled as sweetly as possible in such a situation.
AnaMarie: * to Jimmy * Boy, get the trunks and chest in the lockfort under the crew cabin, aye? Then I´ll introduce you to these gentl´men.
She followed the boy untill she was sure he had entered on deck and turned back to them anew.
AnaMarie: You must be wondering about him right?
Elizabeth: Yes, I can think of a couple questions about the lad...
AnaMarie: Don´t worry * squinching her eyes as if braving herself for anything or unpleasant memories and making it terribly hard for Elizabeth to concentrate * Spit it out.
Elizabeth: Well, the first matter is ...well, it has plenty to do with the second matter....you could say their interlinked.....it´s well....is the boy...how come...... Will why don´t you take over darling?
Will: * Holding her by the waist and listening attentively * No mind, no mind. You´re doing...err...lovely.
Elizabeth: Well, the matter of truth is.....alright.......How have you got a boy so differrent in appearance to you?
AnaMarie: * who had been listening as best she could now began to sprawl over with laughter catching her balance by holding onto Elizabeth´s hand. She looked up at the confused couple , started to relieve her laughter and retook her standing position still giggling faintly * You......You thought the boy was mine as in my having ....birthed him?
Elizabeth: Why of course? You did say he was your boy didn´t you?...Then is he your.....laddy?
AnaMarie: Appearance! * giggling * Heavens no! Neither of the two. My, my I ´ave put yous into a bit of a misun´erstanding ´aven´t I ? No, no. Let me begin correctly. * looks back towards the ship * Good thing I sent him to the lockfort. That´ll stall him quite a bit seeing as ´e ´asn´t got a bloody clue where it´s at.
AnaMarie: * sitting on the trunk to begin the tale * My boy, Jimmy ´ere he takes after his father. My sister, Wren, Renee, that´ll be Miss Norrington, and I were known as the Troublesome Trio, back in dear sweet Ireland. We took up ou hand o´trouble seeing as we can´t resist it, mates. Well, back in our golden era, our infamous period of glory, we started to sneak up to the lake as I was telling you folk to spy our ´andsome neighbors in all of God´s natural state. So we each had a laddy who formed part of the Ramblers, the other group of hightikes running amock in our good ole Sherrytown. The Ramblers were Patrick O´swanny, my lass of chose with a fine ars....., well with very fine qualities, Sean McDover, Renee´s young trude and last bu´no´least Jeremy Boultier.
Elizabeth: Boultier? In Ireland?
AnaMarie: Yesum, miss. We irish ladies had all the merchants crazy and his parents met ´cause his dad was a merchant´s apprentice and dropped that at the site of his mum, courted her and married. But anywheres....where was I? Oh yes! Jeremy Boultier was of course Wren´s choice. But
Elizabeth: At what age did you say you began going to the lake?!?
AnaMarie: That´s a question that´ll make me blush! Err..twelve....so as I was saying... ´e broke her heart at sixteen an´a ha´f leaving to become the merchant his father never became and ´ad so left them in misery. Wren was miserable and Renee ´ad to move so the Troublesome Trio was drifting apart. I was fine with the trio growin´apart but Wren´s me sis, me blood and bone and she was in a horrid state, even recieving letters from ´er love every couple days. No drink sleep or such. So I was washing tables at the Barley Pub during those times when a young stranger of some twenty-few yers was full o´a vile drink and askin´for more than I served.
Elizabeth and Will: * Exchange a look * Jack!
AnaMarie: Exactly! In the drunken state ´e was in ´e tried to bribe me boasting about being the youngest captain to sail before and venture for treasures not known, sailing throughout all the waters in Europe with a luv in each port and hoping to bring one from Ireland. ´e was our bit o´hope of ever seeing me sis happy agen. ´E took the wrong idea when I agreed to come with him and bring me sister as well. He was delighted to áve us although most grumbled about Bartholomew´s Rule #4 or somewhat similar. I never knew what it was...
Elizabeth: Ooooh! I see...that´s the rule stating.
Jack: That no women are allowed aboard.
AnaMarie, Will and Elizabeth all jumped, turning around to see the gloomy Captain Jack himself staggering to stay balanced, no doubt having something to do with rum.
Jack: * eyes open wide * Does Jimmy know you´re talking about this or who they are ?
AnaMarie: Nay, I sen´ ´im off to the lockfort to stall.
Jack: Oh good! I´ll go and dizzy ´´im up a bit more, if possible. * turning to Will and Elizabeth ´Ello luv and me mate Will. I´ll properly introduce myself anew to your persons in a couple minutes * bowing obviously to make burl at Will´s fancy clothing. * * Back to AnaMarie * Where off in the tale were you ?
AnaMarie: Rule four and meeting you.
Jack: * Counting on his long skinny calloused ring-adorned fingers with a puzzled look before turning to AnaMarie * How much time will ye be needing luv?
AnaMarie: Ten minutes shu´do.
Jack: Savvy. I´ll lead the boy off til then. * Bowing again to Will and Elizabeth * Till then my lord and lady.
AnaMarie: So they grumbled that it be bad luck having a female on board for ladies had their place in a home working fur their men. My Wren broke in tears pleading thats what she´d been hoping to be able to do and Jack ´ere lost it seeing her cry beggin´her to stop or she would surely sink the ship. He took her to ´is cabin n coaxed the story from ´er, very un´erstandin´ ´e was and agreed to make ´´is crew see the goods of our boarding.
The crew was delighted to ´´ave us fer no man livin´or lived can resist an irish woman´s kitchen. We only ´´ad those chores an´to keep tidy our bit of floor and storage. We were good fighters in the first battle at sea that we encountered and my sister ´´ad a mighty eye for the cannons and I fer the sword.
We reached andoran ports and rested there before continuing on to find where the boy´s village was at. His family owned a fine Inn and port in Marseliuou, although I believe they´ve changed the name of the village, but no matter. My sister met his family and there was a sullen dull meeting, he´d spoken very kin´ly of ´er an´ they spoke good enough English to understand each other but there were other matters underhand that inspired this move. It ´ad been years since he´d gone off, and ´e was a fine merchant if ever there was one but in these years. ´´e´d married a girl an´ she´d jus left him widowed with a child.
Elizabeth: Jimmy?
AnaMarie: Aye, fer his pop. When Jeremy came back, ´e was so glad to see me sister agen ´e ran to grab her. Aye, they married a´course an´ Wren loves Jimmy as if ´e be ´er own boy. But Jimmy´s ´avin´ a hard time at home now ´e knows the ´ole story. ´E don´t know any bit of our hist´ry, an´so ´e started bickerin´ about it and some real bad quarrels with both Wren and Jeremy. ´E sees Wren as ´is own mum but ´e´s so dissapointed she´s not an´ that they´ve kept it from ´im. So Jack took me ta visit them an´ see how they´re doin´. Not too shabby as I suspected. Jimmy met me an´ Jack, an´ ´e´s great pals with Jack from the bloody beginnin´. So the boy needs space to think an´ ta get to kno our hist´ry so what better than to join the Pearl for a year. We´re goin´ta try to near ´´im to Ireland and see the ´´ole clan. ´E´s only been with us three months an´ ´e seems to love it.
Elizabeth: * looks back at will, sighing with relief* So he´s not your child?
AnaMarie: Misses, ´ow can ye question tha´ after me spittin´out this story ta ye? Care fer ´im as if ´e was, strong good boy, raised well, and loves the ocean. Well, ´e does show some traits from our blood but ´e´s not.
Chapter 2: Jimmy
AnaMarie stared at the boy with a look of deep affection like that of a mother to her newborn babe. The boy was in his late teens by the looks of it. He seemed to enjoy his work on the Black Pearl and he was sitting on the trunk with his feet dangling over the dock´s edge. He had checked for damage and scratches on the trunk and was now inspecting his own, smiling bemused at a bruise on his right ankle and a long but shallow scratch on his left hand. He forgave the dog by petting him. He had black curly hair, now left into soggy droopy locks surrounding his face. He had grey eyes, wide and alert; stormy eyes if you will. He wore black boots, a weathered blue tunic, and grey oversized and sagging pants with wide pockets sown to them held up by a leather belt with fine celtic knots graved into them. Will had been able to catch him toss off a long thin black coat before diving in. He was tall, slim and lean instead of lanky like most boys his age, probably fruit of the hard work needed as a member of the pearl´s crew. But he was tanned, not like AnaMarie who had natural chocolate skin. The boy was probably caucasian but AnaMarie had called him her boy.
Elizabeth tried to analize the situation discreetly so as to not seem to pesky in prying on AnaMarie´s past but the boy could be fifteen at least and AnaMarie seemed to be not yet in her thirties. AnaMarie would´ve had the boy at fourteen or fifteen at most. AnaMarie turned her glance back to the young couple who finished their calculations nudging one another and smiled as sweetly as possible in such a situation.
AnaMarie: * to Jimmy * Boy, get the trunks and chest in the lockfort under the crew cabin, aye? Then I´ll introduce you to these gentl´men.
She followed the boy untill she was sure he had entered on deck and turned back to them anew.
AnaMarie: You must be wondering about him right?
Elizabeth: Yes, I can think of a couple questions about the lad...
AnaMarie: Don´t worry * squinching her eyes as if braving herself for anything or unpleasant memories and making it terribly hard for Elizabeth to concentrate * Spit it out.
Elizabeth: Well, the first matter is ...well, it has plenty to do with the second matter....you could say their interlinked.....it´s well....is the boy...how come...... Will why don´t you take over darling?
Will: * Holding her by the waist and listening attentively * No mind, no mind. You´re doing...err...lovely.
Elizabeth: Well, the matter of truth is.....alright.......How have you got a boy so differrent in appearance to you?
AnaMarie: * who had been listening as best she could now began to sprawl over with laughter catching her balance by holding onto Elizabeth´s hand. She looked up at the confused couple , started to relieve her laughter and retook her standing position still giggling faintly * You......You thought the boy was mine as in my having ....birthed him?
Elizabeth: Why of course? You did say he was your boy didn´t you?...Then is he your.....laddy?
AnaMarie: Appearance! * giggling * Heavens no! Neither of the two. My, my I ´ave put yous into a bit of a misun´erstanding ´aven´t I ? No, no. Let me begin correctly. * looks back towards the ship * Good thing I sent him to the lockfort. That´ll stall him quite a bit seeing as ´e ´asn´t got a bloody clue where it´s at.
AnaMarie: * sitting on the trunk to begin the tale * My boy, Jimmy ´ere he takes after his father. My sister, Wren, Renee, that´ll be Miss Norrington, and I were known as the Troublesome Trio, back in dear sweet Ireland. We took up ou hand o´trouble seeing as we can´t resist it, mates. Well, back in our golden era, our infamous period of glory, we started to sneak up to the lake as I was telling you folk to spy our ´andsome neighbors in all of God´s natural state. So we each had a laddy who formed part of the Ramblers, the other group of hightikes running amock in our good ole Sherrytown. The Ramblers were Patrick O´swanny, my lass of chose with a fine ars....., well with very fine qualities, Sean McDover, Renee´s young trude and last bu´no´least Jeremy Boultier.
Elizabeth: Boultier? In Ireland?
AnaMarie: Yesum, miss. We irish ladies had all the merchants crazy and his parents met ´cause his dad was a merchant´s apprentice and dropped that at the site of his mum, courted her and married. But anywheres....where was I? Oh yes! Jeremy Boultier was of course Wren´s choice. But
Elizabeth: At what age did you say you began going to the lake?!?
AnaMarie: That´s a question that´ll make me blush! Err..twelve....so as I was saying... ´e broke her heart at sixteen an´a ha´f leaving to become the merchant his father never became and ´ad so left them in misery. Wren was miserable and Renee ´ad to move so the Troublesome Trio was drifting apart. I was fine with the trio growin´apart but Wren´s me sis, me blood and bone and she was in a horrid state, even recieving letters from ´er love every couple days. No drink sleep or such. So I was washing tables at the Barley Pub during those times when a young stranger of some twenty-few yers was full o´a vile drink and askin´for more than I served.
Elizabeth and Will: * Exchange a look * Jack!
AnaMarie: Exactly! In the drunken state ´e was in ´e tried to bribe me boasting about being the youngest captain to sail before and venture for treasures not known, sailing throughout all the waters in Europe with a luv in each port and hoping to bring one from Ireland. ´e was our bit o´hope of ever seeing me sis happy agen. ´E took the wrong idea when I agreed to come with him and bring me sister as well. He was delighted to áve us although most grumbled about Bartholomew´s Rule #4 or somewhat similar. I never knew what it was...
Elizabeth: Ooooh! I see...that´s the rule stating.
Jack: That no women are allowed aboard.
AnaMarie, Will and Elizabeth all jumped, turning around to see the gloomy Captain Jack himself staggering to stay balanced, no doubt having something to do with rum.
Jack: * eyes open wide * Does Jimmy know you´re talking about this or who they are ?
AnaMarie: Nay, I sen´ ´im off to the lockfort to stall.
Jack: Oh good! I´ll go and dizzy ´´im up a bit more, if possible. * turning to Will and Elizabeth ´Ello luv and me mate Will. I´ll properly introduce myself anew to your persons in a couple minutes * bowing obviously to make burl at Will´s fancy clothing. * * Back to AnaMarie * Where off in the tale were you ?
AnaMarie: Rule four and meeting you.
Jack: * Counting on his long skinny calloused ring-adorned fingers with a puzzled look before turning to AnaMarie * How much time will ye be needing luv?
AnaMarie: Ten minutes shu´do.
Jack: Savvy. I´ll lead the boy off til then. * Bowing again to Will and Elizabeth * Till then my lord and lady.
AnaMarie: So they grumbled that it be bad luck having a female on board for ladies had their place in a home working fur their men. My Wren broke in tears pleading thats what she´d been hoping to be able to do and Jack ´ere lost it seeing her cry beggin´her to stop or she would surely sink the ship. He took her to ´is cabin n coaxed the story from ´er, very un´erstandin´ ´e was and agreed to make ´´is crew see the goods of our boarding.
The crew was delighted to ´´ave us fer no man livin´or lived can resist an irish woman´s kitchen. We only ´´ad those chores an´to keep tidy our bit of floor and storage. We were good fighters in the first battle at sea that we encountered and my sister ´´ad a mighty eye for the cannons and I fer the sword.
We reached andoran ports and rested there before continuing on to find where the boy´s village was at. His family owned a fine Inn and port in Marseliuou, although I believe they´ve changed the name of the village, but no matter. My sister met his family and there was a sullen dull meeting, he´d spoken very kin´ly of ´er an´ they spoke good enough English to understand each other but there were other matters underhand that inspired this move. It ´ad been years since he´d gone off, and ´e was a fine merchant if ever there was one but in these years. ´´e´d married a girl an´ she´d jus left him widowed with a child.
Elizabeth: Jimmy?
AnaMarie: Aye, fer his pop. When Jeremy came back, ´e was so glad to see me sister agen ´e ran to grab her. Aye, they married a´course an´ Wren loves Jimmy as if ´e be ´er own boy. But Jimmy´s ´avin´ a hard time at home now ´e knows the ´ole story. ´E don´t know any bit of our hist´ry, an´so ´e started bickerin´ about it and some real bad quarrels with both Wren and Jeremy. ´E sees Wren as ´is own mum but ´e´s so dissapointed she´s not an´ that they´ve kept it from ´im. So Jack took me ta visit them an´ see how they´re doin´. Not too shabby as I suspected. Jimmy met me an´ Jack, an´ ´e´s great pals with Jack from the bloody beginnin´. So the boy needs space to think an´ ta get to kno our hist´ry so what better than to join the Pearl for a year. We´re goin´ta try to near ´´im to Ireland and see the ´´ole clan. ´E´s only been with us three months an´ ´e seems to love it.
Elizabeth: * looks back at will, sighing with relief* So he´s not your child?
AnaMarie: Misses, ´ow can ye question tha´ after me spittin´out this story ta ye? Care fer ´im as if ´e was, strong good boy, raised well, and loves the ocean. Well, ´e does show some traits from our blood but ´e´s not.