Apr 28:
Weapons practice was ok. I wonder how long until they start being
affected by my condition? Oh, and still haven’t figured out
how to tell Him…
Mr. Atlas asked me today to teach him fencing. I don’t
know. That foil looks awfully small in his hands. Luckily
He has some decent amount of skill in fencing. If I get too
tired, I can use Him in the teaching.
Mrs. Cuthbert is helping the Mr. Sparrow person make new
clothing. I heard he might want flamboyant clothing. I
offered mrs. Cuthbert some of that horrid stuff Lord Henry purchased
for me. But not the green patterend silk. That is so lovely
and I’m sure it will make something lovely.
May 1: Had the most horrible
dream last night. I was at the wedding of one of my son’s.
They aren’t even born and yet I’m dreaming about them getting
married. And what if they aren’t boys but girls. Although I
suppose the rest of the family would prefer boys. That whole
inheritance thing. And even worse, the twins traded places and
tried to confuse the minister and the bride about who the bridegroom
was. They’ve been hanging around their father too long. I
was also having to smack Him around because he kept trying to talk and
tell stories. Except then the wedding got interrupted because
everyone started congregating around the young man sitting next to
Willamina. I then yelled at everyone that they had to take it out
of the church because how could they possibly interrupt a
wedding. And then I reminded Him that he better not follow them
because it was all His fault and He better not walk out on His son’s
wedding. At which point a bunch of the group dragged the young
man out. Then I burst into tears. I mean, there was a fight
going on that I couldn’t participate in because I was the mother of the
groom… How horrible!
Then I woke up. He was sitting apprehensively in a chair on the other
side of the room holding a sword and a gin and staring at me.
What did I say during that horrible nightmare? And worse, what if
this was one of those dreams where everyone else is dreaming the same
dream? What if everyone knows now? What if there was really
a fight and I really did miss out on it? I can’t decide which
thought is worse!
I didn’t want to leave the room after that, but He asked me to come up
and be by His side. Well, his words were, “If we start to drown,
I want to make sure I can grab your hand and jump
overboard.” Such confidence building.
Anyway, we went up on deck. The other ship just got, well, folded
up is the best I can describe it. Then suddenly there was
lightening and fire and rainbows and bright lights and a giant
storm. I decided flat on the deck and holding on to something for
dear life was the best course of action. Then I decided that
going back to bed would be the best course of action. As I was
leaving, He gave me his lucky cravat.
The nap helped immensely. I woke up kind of groggy and it took a
few minutes to realize that we were merely rocking and not moving
anymore. While I would rather hide here in my room, I suspect
that would only reinforce the parts of the dream I would rather not
confirm. So, I suppose I shall head up above decks and see what’s
going on.
Later… The entire party went onto shore. I was so excited
to be on dry land again. Until the ghosts of our party started
showing up. In the flesh as it were. How unnerving!
We were escorted to Sir Phillip’s office. He gives me the
collywobbles just being in the same room. As soon as he noticed
Willamina, he got a disturbing look to him. When Wilamina and her
mother went for a walk, Mrs. Frazer and I went along as
chaperones. After the rest of the group joined us, the ghost
fathers started getting agitated. One went running to the
woods.
Then there was 2 explosions and a flying Mr.
Salmaline yelling ‘raise power.’ Chaos ensued.
The next thing I knew, Lady Copperthwaite, sir cosmo, and Willamina
were running off that way. After a brief consultation with Mrs.
Frazer, I ran off after them.
Giant thing. Humungous giant man shaped thing that doesn’t seem
to take any damage. My arrows just splintered on it. After
lots of fighting, the only thing to do any damage was Lady C being
possessed by Kali. She broke a finger. The giant mud pot
that mrs salmalin made slowed it down for a bit. The only good
thing about it was I finally got rid of that horrid bowl that was given
to me. It served it’s purpose well and died an honorable death.
But after it erupted from the mud pot, Mrs Salmaline yelled a name and
started talking to it. It wants to be the king of something or
other. I wonder how Mrs. Salmaline knows him…but then, he
suddenly flew up in the air and disappeared. We seem to have
dodged the bullet at least for now. And, even though I was
involved in this fight, I still didn’t really get to be stabby.
How can I be Stabby Girl if I don’t get to stab?!?
After going back to the beach to help mrs. Frazer, I found that the
thing had been Mrs. Salmaline’s old (ex?) husband.
On the little boat back to our big boats, I finally talked with Mrs.
Salmaline. About Them. She said that as long as I have Mrs.
Cuthbert on standbye, I should be fine. She told me that if
people bothered me, I could send them to her to get hit over the head
with the poker. I told her I would rather do the hitting.
Mrs. Salmaline said that would be fine and then I could tell her and
she would curse them. Now I get to start thinking about annoying
but yet not life-threatening curses. Like making their food
always taste too salty or losing things that they need. I asked
how long until I couldn’t do my job and she said that other than a few
weeks right after the fact I should be fine.
She also said that I should tell Him. Sooner than later. Or
she would do it for me… Gah!
That night there was commotion on the other boat. When we went up
to see what was going on, there was a giant light, a giant form (so big
it had to be atlas) collapsed on the island shore, Mr. Cuthbert
in a boat and lots of people running around and such on the other
boat. After things settled down, He and I went for a walk on top
decks. The moon was out and the stars very bright. We were
enjoying a nice moment leaning up against the rail when He brought up
last night’s nightmare. When I asked Him if he had any weird
dreams, he said only that there was one that ended with him getting
kicked, waking up and getting kicked for real, and then me saying some
weird things.
I knew if I didn’t say something right then I wouldn’t have the courage
to say anything. But when I tried to blurt out thing, He didn’t
seem to understand. So I started trying to hint around. I
don’t really remember what I said, but I know I burst into tears at one
point and ran off after telling Him to be careful tomorrow unless He
wanted the children to be fatherless.
I don’t know when He came to bed, but I’m going to bed now.
May 2:
Several miles are behind us. Found out that last night’s
excitement was several people trying to escape the boats to go track
the giant thing of yesterday. Their plans were all thwarted, only
it was all for not since the odious Sir Phillip then kidnapped
Wilamina’s Mother (out from under George and Salmaline’s noses even!)
early this morning. Hence the long miles. And Wilamina has
odd family. Apparently her mother is married to quite the odd
dairy man. I still don’t quite understand how he got his wagon
and horses from Australia over here. And how the (quite
delicious) milk was still so cold and fresh… As soon as he
started talking dairy, I suddenly started wanting yogurt. It was
one of the oddest things. I don’t even normally like milk and
dairy products. Hmm… I wonder if there’s room at the house
to keep a cow. Rabbits just don’t produce milk like that.
Maybe a goat. I shall have to ponder it.
Oh, it looks like the little rest break is done. Good thing I’m
in good shape and not too far along in my condition. I would be
sad to have to be left behind on a trek to a possible fight.
Proceed to Getting odder
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