It's a darn good thing my sister Claribel married the King of Tunis.
Well, for me anyway.
Of course it always seemed it in the first place – grand connections and all that - but when the tempest got us, I think most of us cursed the connection. I know I did. My sister had run off to Africa and our father had died as a consequence – and I was supposed to be glad that we – well, I really - had connections?!
We were sailing along nice and smoothly, all still in a good mood from the festivities, and all of a sudden a storm just rose up, seemingly out of nowhere. We were all on deck, trying (unsuccessfully) to hearten each other – I remember the boatswain telling us,
"Give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap."
It didn't sound that great to me, but Gonzalo seemed pretty cheerful all in all – then again, he's never really been the sort of chap to just give up, he's pretty much just an all-round good guy. Everyone else got a bit ratty and nasty, the boatswain got really annoyed with Sebastian and Antonio for going out on deck and not helping, so they laid on the insults thick and fast.
"A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog," I heard from where I was standing in the cabin.
There wasn't much more time for insults though; it wasn't long before all of us were in the water (which fortunately wasn't overly cold due to the temperatures thereabouts), and that was the point where everything really started getting out of hand.
Well, for me anyway.
Of course it always seemed it in the first place – grand connections and all that - but when the tempest got us, I think most of us cursed the connection. I know I did. My sister had run off to Africa and our father had died as a consequence – and I was supposed to be glad that we – well, I really - had connections?!
We were sailing along nice and smoothly, all still in a good mood from the festivities, and all of a sudden a storm just rose up, seemingly out of nowhere. We were all on deck, trying (unsuccessfully) to hearten each other – I remember the boatswain telling us,
"Give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap."
It didn't sound that great to me, but Gonzalo seemed pretty cheerful all in all – then again, he's never really been the sort of chap to just give up, he's pretty much just an all-round good guy. Everyone else got a bit ratty and nasty, the boatswain got really annoyed with Sebastian and Antonio for going out on deck and not helping, so they laid on the insults thick and fast.
"A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog," I heard from where I was standing in the cabin.
There wasn't much more time for insults though; it wasn't long before all of us were in the water (which fortunately wasn't overly cold due to the temperatures thereabouts), and that was the point where everything really started getting out of hand.