UPDATE WEDNESDAY!

(Trumpets and fanfare)

A big sorry to the last people who answered the last two quotes of the week, but didn't get a preview. I've been extremely busy, and haven't had a chance to send any previews out. They are coming though, I promise.

This week's chapter is dedicated to:

Tazz Sparrow:

GAH! Love your story! I really appreciate the review! And a panini is kinda like a grilled sandwich… good stuff.

Sarah-K-O-M: Um, yeah, well, I'll have to get around to inserting that in my stories some huh?

Book Worm1211: Aw, thanks for the compliments! I do try to update on a regular weekly basis, so no worries there. Australia, huh? Love that accent!

AKAFredandGeorge: Right you are m'dear! Good movie, no?

Drink-Up-Me-Hearties-Yo-Ho: Pineapples…from…….space? Alrighty then.

LittleCountryDragon: Boy, are you in for some good food, I love hobo pies, I hope you'll like 'em too (Careful, they can get REAL hot!). Never said you where slow, just wondered if you lived in like, Canada or somthin'.

Kyrie: YAY! New reviewer! HAPPY DANCE! No I will not repeat it, if you missed it, well, that's your fault, no? Oh, and the line from chapter 15 is from The Chronicles of Narnia: The Loin the Witch and the Wardrobe. I love your name btw.

Chapter seventeen…

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The Master of Bridgewood sat behind a large dark-wood desk set in the middle of the study. Two of its hunter green walls lined with shelves of books, a set of french doors dominating one more wall and the last wall doors to the hallway and a large painting of ships placed above the doors. Katrina found the dark colors mellow and calming, rather than depressing, as some people might find such colors.

"Young Kitty, I assume?" he asked, not looking up from the estate documents he was pouring over.

"Yessir." Katrina bobbed another curtsy.

"How long have you been in my employ?"

"Near three months now, sir."

He stooped perusing the papers in his hand to look at Katrina.

"Ah, yes!" his eyes lit in recognition. "You're the girl I found in the woods." He chuckled, remembering. "How has Bridgewood been treating you?"

"Very well, sir. Will that be all, sir?" Katrina wanted to get back to check on Rachel, she felt horrible just leaving her.

"It most certainly is not!" a new voice declared from behind Katrina.

Katrina froze in place, she recognized that voice.

"Not now, Edmund, go wait in the parlor."

"But-"

"Now." The voice held the same authority it did when commanding Riley off the estate.

Edmund maliciously glared at Katrina, then with a huff he rose from the corner chair he was sitting in and stomped out of the room.

The older man just sighed and shook his head. "Please, be seated." He gestured to the immense overstuffed deep brown leather chairs placed in front of his desk. And Katrina obediently sat down, perched on the edge of the chair. While the man got up and paced in front of her, Katrina watching, apprehensive.

Abruptly, he halted and turned to face her, fixing a stern eye on her. "So, I hear that you have been assailing my guests, with out provocation."

"No, sir." Katrina protested. "I did not do such a thing."

"Suppose you tell me what happened then?" He quirked one eyebrow.

"Well, I was bringing dirty linens to the wash house. I took a path through the gardens, and I'm afraid I let my mind wander. So I bumped into someone, a young man. He refused to let me pass, and I guess I just got frustrated. So I, well, I resorted to a more persuasive method than words." Katrina finished with a slight blush.

"Ah, I was afraid of this happening again." He ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. "You may go now, thank you Kitty. Oh, and if you could have my son sent back in?"

With a small nod, Katrina got up and headed towards the door. "That boy…" She heard him mutter as she left the room, not hearing more, she was already back to the kitchen to check on her best friend.

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The Black Pearl

Captain Jack Sparrow was kneeling on the floor, digging frantically through an old chest in his cabin. "Where is it?" he was muttering to himself. "I know it's here somewhere… He'll kill me if I can't find it…It was her favorite piece."

Jack noticed that there was nothing left in the chest. He cursed under his breath. That was the last chest, now there were things flung all over his cabin, spilling out of chests and drawers.

"Great" he mumbled. "I'm a dead man."

"Cotton!" He called. "Ge' thi' cleaned up 'fore our gues' arrives, would ye? Thanks mate." He said when the mute man entered the room.

"All hands, all hands!" the parrot squawked after Jack's retreating back.

"Gibbs."

"Aye?"

"Go into town, see if you can stall him some while I come up with a good story."

"A good story for what, Jack?"

With a slight twitch, which Jack swiftly turned into a grin, he turned to see a young man standing behind him, hands on his hips.

"Hello, lad." Jack said.

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Bridgewood

Oomph!

"Se-ra!"

"Kitty, up! Kitty, up!"

Katrina groaned, flinging her arm across her eyes.

"Come on now, the faster we get done with our jobs the quicker we can get ready for the fair and masque dance in the village." Rachel said from the doorway of Katrina's room.

Katrina moved her arm just enough so she could see Rachel. "I don't have anything to wear to it tonight."

"You do now!" Rachel shook out the bundle in her arms. It was a dress. Sapphire blue trimmed in shimmery silver gray. "You'll look just like a princess!" Rachel exclaimed holding the material to herself to show it off.

"Oh." Katrina breathed. "It is beautiful. But I can't take it, what will you wear?"

Rachel laughed. "I made another, for my self, but don't worry, it isn't exactly the same!"

Katrina smiled, glad to see her friend back to normal, if still a bit pale. "Let me guess, is it red and trimmed with gold?" Katrina said sitting up and stretching.

"But of course!" Rachel grinned. "Hurry up and get down stairs. I want to get done early. Come Sera, let Kitty have some privacy." She caught the child's arm and pulled her from the room, allowing Katrina to get ready for work.

The kitchen was bustling with activity, the air almost electric. Everyone was excited for the fair in town, they got half the day off just so everyone could enjoy the festivities.

At noon Katrina, Rachel and Sera all sat down for a short lunch before getting ready to head into the village. "I'll need you to help me with my hair," Rachel was saying to Katrina, "I just can't get it to work the same way you do."

"Only if I get to borrow your spare pair of slippers, I don't think I could dance very well in my shoes." Katrina countered.

"Deal." Rachel said around a mouthful of food.

Two hours later, they were ready to go into town. "Don't forget this." Rachel handed Katrina a mask that matched her dress. "Now, I know a bunch of the others are walking together, and they are taking a wagon for anyone who is too tired to walk back tonight." She looked pointedly at Sera. At two years old, the girl most likely wouldn't last past nine.

The walk to town seemed shorter than usual to Katrina. Walking with a large group there was never a quiet or dull moment, especially with Sera around.

The fair was already in full swing when the group arrived at the town. Katrina and Rachel wandered through the bazaar part set up down the main street, enjoying many sights and smells that could not normally be found in town.

"Kiiiityyy!" Katrina heard her name called out in a sing song voice.

She turned to see Keeley running over to her. "Come on!" Keeley pulled at her arm. "The centurion is here! He's going to be in a horse race! He might do some tricks latter too!" Her eyes where shining from excitement and anticipation. "You have to see him! He is just the most handsome man! Come on!"

Katrina allowed herself to be led to a make shift track that was set up in a field behind the village. A simple fence had been set up to keep spectators out of harms way.

"There he is!" Keeley pointed to the line up of riders getting ready to race.

"Which one?" Katrina craned her neck to see, catching Keeley's enthusiasm.

"The one with those gorgeous green eyes."

"Why, that's Link!" Katrina exclaimed.

"You know him?" Keeley nearly screamed. "You have to introduce me!"

Before Katrina could answer a gun shot rang out and the horses lunged forward.

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Well, that's it for now! Hope y'all liked it!

Question:

which name do y'all like best?

Kadin,

Christopher

or Dakota?

Oh, and it is my mum's birthday today! Everybody together now!

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday dear Mum!

Happy birthday to you!

Reviews are as good as fresh corn on the cob! Yum! And now I will go plant my corn seedlings in my brand new garden! Yay!

Sneak peek for next week goes to the first person who can correctly tell me where this line comes from:

"I've never painted daisies on a big red rubber ball

and I've never been to Boston in the fall."