Thursday, October 13, 2005

Capt. Kate Short Story Post 2

Story total = 496 words
Post total = 353 words

Notes to remember:
thou is informal.
Basic Faire Speech will have to do until I can find some better language resources.
Pirates Fact & Legend
Pirates of the Carribean--good info on ships

Character Names:
“Storm-blown” Kate Roberts – Captain (only one with an existence prior to this story)
“Jenkin” John Hopwood – Quartermaster
“Bat” Bartholomew Pickering – practicing Catholic crewman
Hugh Saunders – cabin boy
“Cut” Cuthbert Aldridge – greedy idiot crewman
Amos Thompson – will die crewman
Nathaniel Gilbert – will die crewman
Toby Locke – muttering crewman
Enrique Vento Dias - Portuguese crewman
Wolter Bleecker – Dutch crewman
Peadar Macartan – Irish carpenter
The Crimson Lady – the ship
Mogens Vromme – Kate’s Papa Captain


Scene has changed. Need to have the ship’s carpenter in as well.




The Crimson Lady’s hull creaked around them, but the wood wasn’t screaming its death keel. “I think we can repair the good lady. What say thou?”

“Aye, Captain.” Peadar Macartan pressed against the rock and inched closer to the wood. “T’is not a large hole, but we need to get her out of the water. She be needing a careening also, provided there be a harbor fit for it.” He straightened and wiped the water spray from his brown beard.

“And if the harbor is not fit, what then?” Jenkin Hopwood braced himself against the wall of the stairs.

“I can patch her in the water if you can man the pumps. There do be a beach that has not vanished. You can hear the waves crashing on the shore.”

Kate frowned, not that either of the men saw her in the shadows of the hold. How loose were the crew’s collective tongues over the ship that they had followed into this bay? “Counsel, Master Carpenter and Quartermaster, let’s not make this crew even more uneasy over a little hole in the ship. Do you wish to start repairs tonight?”

Peadar shook his head. “By lantern light with the clumsy sots that must assist me? Nay, this job be best by daylight. We must wait till morn.”

“I would prefer to meet the dawn with me boots on the beach.” Jenkin leaned further into the hold from the stairs. “And making camp would give the men something to do besides listening to Bat’s rosary.”

“Adverse to that I am not.” Kate moved the lantern to show her smile. “Mayhaps if Bat had a beauteous voice, he would win more converts. Let’s tell our restless crew.”

Jenkin’s grizzled face twisted with a grin as he backed up the steps. Kate moved the lantern in front of her and let Peadar slosh ahead of her. The salty water even under the light was inky. She waded to the stairs and shook the water off her bare feet before climbing to the deck.




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