Chapter 11 April 13th: The McKinnon Family
Finally, I was able to get some sleep. However, I slept until about noon, by which point Clara's condition was greatly improved. She was still a little weak, so I hoisted her up, to help her exercise her leg muscles. Her and I walk around for a spell, before I take her back to our cabin, after which, I go for some breakfast in the dining room.
After breakfast, I decide to visit my favorite haunt on board, the general room. Today, I hear someone playing an old Irish folk tune called "Four Green Fields", a song about how England came and took four of Ireland's provinces, and subsequently gave all but one of them back.
Nothing really happened that day, aside form the fact that Clara got over the seasickness. Tonight, however I learned something new. I learned about the Scot's past. I saw him in the general room later that night, drunk as a skunk. I figure it'll be a good time to get to the bottom of his mysterious life.
"Good evenin' my friend!" I call out to him
"Eh, goo' e'en" He slurs
"If ya don' moind me askin', why'd ya leave Scotland?"
"Killed a man."
"What?"
Tha's right. My wife, Colleen, an' I were walkin' one night, when all of a sudden, someone bolted right past us. I thought he 'd tried to steal my wife's purses, so chased down, the man and beat him to death. It wasn't until I stopped and saw that he was fairly well-off, so my wife Helen and I decided to flee the country to escape prosecution."
"I thought you said you were in exile."
"I am. Self exile."
"Well, I hope you sleep well tonight."
"Thank you, you too."
