Why did I want to teach him English so bad?
I didn't know.
What I did know was I was very cold toward Cameron and Robert for sometime.
I told no one why.
Did I resent them? Is that why I wanted to make a new friend so bad?
Maybe.
Why did I choose someone who no one else had befriend?
Because I was better.
The wind was warm and I smiled into, wanting to laugh and Nicolas' poor attempts or English.
"I miss France, because I." He stopped and thought very hard.
"Loved it there?" I filled in, think he lots he words.
He jumped looked at me startled and gave met a first quizzical then unexplanation-al stare.
"Oui, J'ai aimé la France." I gave him a disapproving look, and he put his hand up in surrender. "Yes.. I loved France."
"If you loved it then why come here to he a pirate?" I talked slowly to accommodate his learning of the language.
"Ah. I really ne savez pas.." He often did this when he go nerves, thinking someone was coming.. Still did want them to know he could talk. I knew there was a reason he left France. People don't just leave the countries they love with out a reason.
He was quiet after that, for a day or two.
What was he afraid of?
Why was he afraid of it?
The English lessons continued and he began to get very good. He still had a heavy French accent and needed to ask for some words, but I was no longer teaching him about vowels and talking slow.
I didn't talk as most pirates did, because in Tortuga I had trained myself to talk as a lady, need be I ever had to pretend I was one. But my English, like most peasants was not all that respectable, and it amused me, to think that Nicolas was learning the wrong way to talk.
It also came to my attention that Nicolas was not a French name..
"So what is it then? You can't be Nicolas its not a French name, and you can't be only half French because you'd know English by now!"
He looked at me sideways.."Nicola, my name is Nicola. If you need tot talk to me in public all me Nicolas, please!"
"Alright!"
He was actually a rather a musing person as well.
He told me all about France, and I mused about making father take us there once, and setting him home.
But then I'd be short another friend.
Once or twice he showed me hand to hand combat. Something pirates don't really learn professionally.
I demanded that he teach it to me, in return for my English lessons and he promised that someday he world.
I informed him that "this day" better be pretty damn close in the future.
I didn't know.
What I did know was I was very cold toward Cameron and Robert for sometime.
I told no one why.
Did I resent them? Is that why I wanted to make a new friend so bad?
Maybe.
Why did I choose someone who no one else had befriend?
Because I was better.
The wind was warm and I smiled into, wanting to laugh and Nicolas' poor attempts or English.
"I miss France, because I." He stopped and thought very hard.
"Loved it there?" I filled in, think he lots he words.
He jumped looked at me startled and gave met a first quizzical then unexplanation-al stare.
"Oui, J'ai aimé la France." I gave him a disapproving look, and he put his hand up in surrender. "Yes.. I loved France."
"If you loved it then why come here to he a pirate?" I talked slowly to accommodate his learning of the language.
"Ah. I really ne savez pas.." He often did this when he go nerves, thinking someone was coming.. Still did want them to know he could talk. I knew there was a reason he left France. People don't just leave the countries they love with out a reason.
He was quiet after that, for a day or two.
What was he afraid of?
Why was he afraid of it?
The English lessons continued and he began to get very good. He still had a heavy French accent and needed to ask for some words, but I was no longer teaching him about vowels and talking slow.
I didn't talk as most pirates did, because in Tortuga I had trained myself to talk as a lady, need be I ever had to pretend I was one. But my English, like most peasants was not all that respectable, and it amused me, to think that Nicolas was learning the wrong way to talk.
It also came to my attention that Nicolas was not a French name..
"So what is it then? You can't be Nicolas its not a French name, and you can't be only half French because you'd know English by now!"
He looked at me sideways.."Nicola, my name is Nicola. If you need tot talk to me in public all me Nicolas, please!"
"Alright!"
He was actually a rather a musing person as well.
He told me all about France, and I mused about making father take us there once, and setting him home.
But then I'd be short another friend.
Once or twice he showed me hand to hand combat. Something pirates don't really learn professionally.
I demanded that he teach it to me, in return for my English lessons and he promised that someday he world.
I informed him that "this day" better be pretty damn close in the future.