AN: umm, this only has Irene's letter because Deranged Sweetie's computer
has gone to the dogs(so to speak) and it will be quite a while before it
starts to work again. As for me I have been in Ohio the past month and a
half and the two weeks before that I was swamped. So here is Irene and
Emily's should come in about a week.
Emily,
You are hopeless. You really are (your French is excused by the way). So is Jack on that matter as well. Well, a ship found my island about a week ago. The healer screamed at me for getting my wound infected. It is in a lot of pain right now. And it's like crusty yellow and green, very colorful, and quite disgusting. But at least I can keep my leg. Though it is going to take about three months to heal.
How are all the babies? And how are Elizabeth and Sylvia? I have this strange feeling about Sylvia. Something doesn't fit about her, it doesn't feel quite right. Maybe that's just my overactive mind. It's midnight right now, and I'm going up to the deck and I'm going to dance and sing under the stars. Old habits die hard, I know. Jacques thinks I'm crazy, but what can ya say. I am. Always have been. Do you remember that one time I danced on top of the roof in my underwear to distract the guard so you could escape from prison? I had on that blonde wig and a lot of rouge. I think I was fifteen then.
I'm going to be in Port Royal in a few days. I can't wait. I need to pound some steel. Found out a bit of news. Norrrington is coming back to Port Royal for a few days, then he's going back to the front lines. His wife is having another baby-but it's not his, but he doesn't know that. The really sad thing is, Norrington's wife is pregnant with Norrington's brother's baby. That woman is sick and twisted. And also deadly.
May the wind be at your back, my friend
Irene Blackthorn
Emily,
You are hopeless. You really are (your French is excused by the way). So is Jack on that matter as well. Well, a ship found my island about a week ago. The healer screamed at me for getting my wound infected. It is in a lot of pain right now. And it's like crusty yellow and green, very colorful, and quite disgusting. But at least I can keep my leg. Though it is going to take about three months to heal.
How are all the babies? And how are Elizabeth and Sylvia? I have this strange feeling about Sylvia. Something doesn't fit about her, it doesn't feel quite right. Maybe that's just my overactive mind. It's midnight right now, and I'm going up to the deck and I'm going to dance and sing under the stars. Old habits die hard, I know. Jacques thinks I'm crazy, but what can ya say. I am. Always have been. Do you remember that one time I danced on top of the roof in my underwear to distract the guard so you could escape from prison? I had on that blonde wig and a lot of rouge. I think I was fifteen then.
I'm going to be in Port Royal in a few days. I can't wait. I need to pound some steel. Found out a bit of news. Norrrington is coming back to Port Royal for a few days, then he's going back to the front lines. His wife is having another baby-but it's not his, but he doesn't know that. The really sad thing is, Norrington's wife is pregnant with Norrington's brother's baby. That woman is sick and twisted. And also deadly.
May the wind be at your back, my friend
Irene Blackthorn