Going out to Sea
Fiona had lived in Mamasitas Inn for 4 monthes when Charles arrived. He was already captain of the Querida at that time. Mamasita introduced father and daughter. Fancy Michael, who sailed with Charles at the time, has told me how the meeting tooke place: ‘Thar she stood, the lass, not more than yae high (indicating about four feet, ed.), and staring him straight into his eyes, not a shadow of feare about her either. It seemed like from here to doomsday while they stared like, and then the girl says ‘are ye my father?’ and Carlos says ‘Yes, it would seeme so’ an’ she says ‘are ye a pirate?’ and Carlos says ‘Aye, I am that’ and she says, bold as brass ‘I will sail with ye, when I yam old enough. And we will rule the seven seas, Ye and I’. That she said! And they did, ya know, they did, eventually’.
Charles was prouder of that girl that any father ought to be. She had the true Blackwell spirit, not afraid of a single thing in her life. Not scared of deathe is she, not her own deathe or the deathes of others. She had seen too much at the plantation to ever take life for granted or fearing something that could spring out of the blue any given moment. She has tolde me: 'Why worry about such dreary things? Everything allways seem to turn out for the best'. She could grieve for those she lost, of course, but her religion tells her that nothing ever ends. She has tried to explaine her religion to me, but I have difficulty understanding all the shades and inconsistencies in it. She grew up with the native Islander gods and voodoo rites, and the legends and mysteries of olde, including some oddly twisted stories and rituals including the Light we all obey – a strange mix of several religions. She is superstitous as all sailors are, but with a firm sense of her own importance in the worlde. She is ready to do battle with any god that moves against her, while faithfully obeying those who favour her. I hope I have not by these words condemded her to the purifying flames of heresy, but I’m sure she does not feare those either. The inquisition is to her merely a brotherhood with an obscene amount of gold and wealthe ready to be stolen.
that small, but effective knife of hers. Pablo, or Pablo No Nuts as he was called henceforth, signed off at the next port. He was not missed on board. He did not live long after the incident. I’m told that he spent his money quickly and was unable to find commision anywhere. He soon fell to drinking and within the year he was dead. But his memory lived on… No one on board bothered Fiona after that, and as the worde spreade amongst other sailors and pirates they came across, they minded their step around her too. But the molestation taught Fiona a lesson too; she never again dallied with anyone she sailed with (to Billy’s great chagrin, I’m sure), as other sailors could get the idea that she was thus available for all. Landfolk were the only ones she flirted with after that, and not many of those when it came down to it. I have heard of only a handfull, in deed a modest number for a pirate!
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