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Eighth Entry
Morning
As I turned to go, it occurred to me, that I had completely forgotten to ask Captain Bryson about the package that he had delivered, and for whom I was holding it. I gave myself a mental kick as I realized I might have to wait for weeks or even months now, before I learned the truth of it.
I decided to go back down to speak to the night watch before he left for the day…….
“I didn’t get a name. He was with the lad who rescued Capn’ Bryson from the pirates. He asked the Capn’ to pass it on to the merchant up at the shop. He gave it to me when he came ashore with instructions to keep it safe and to pass it on to you and that’s what I did. I don’t know anything more.”
“Are you sure?” I pressed, “Is that all?” “That’s all miss” He turned to go. “Oh, now that you mention it, he did say that it was most precious, and that he would see it retrieved very soon.” And with that last, he shuffled off with a yawn, no doubt in search of breakfast and his bed.
I pondered his words in my head as I retraced my steps back up the cliff face to the landing above. I had some time yet, and wanted to find out more about these pirates I’d been hearing about, and knew just who to see about it.
“Female Pirates?” I gasped.
“Can you believe it”? Kym pressed, her eyes wide and sparkling as she warmed to the tale. “and wait till you hear…” my mind’s eye was riveted and my imagination took over as my friend related all the hearsay of the last few days.
Captain Moon was a female pirate who had apparently heard rumors of the comings and goings of our port’s treasure ships, even from far across the world.
A statuesque, sable haired beauty with sea green eyes, she captured many a Captain’s heart just before she captured him! With many notches in her belt, a full crew and a ship to boot, she was making quite a name for herself on her way to our part of the world.
Kym’s four children slowly gathered at her feet as she wove the tales of the many adventures of Captain Moon and her ship “The Sea Cat”.
I couldn’t doubt that Kym’s source was accurate, as her own love was a Norwegian Sea Captain, and had gotten the tale first hand. Who knew what to expect from her next? Her landing was imminent it seemed.
I suddenly noticed the time, and made my hurried goodbyes to them all. I would need to rush now to make it to the shoppe in time to open.
As I approached the shoppe, I spied my poet friend sitting beneath the giant Camphor that gave shade to the shoppe and the garden in back.
He grinned as I approached, and held up his parchment in a familiar gesture of the prolific pen. I invited him in for tea, and later, after the shoppe was prepared, and the door opened to the cool morning breezes, we sat together in poetic dreaming over our cups.
“That was just lovely Pete” I said, as the last of his poem was gently and quietly spoken. I felt honored.
We sipped our tea in silence, and then I just couldn’t help myself. I relayed to him all I’d heard of Captain Moon and her ilk, and sent Pete the Poet on his merry way with more fodder for his poetry.
I knew that when next we met, he would most likely be carrying a currier pouch with which to hold his many poetic adventures, and I had best be prepared with more than just tea for sustenance!
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