The Girl from the Sea – Chapter 20

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Twenty 

Jonas began his tale.  “I’ve been around a lot since I left.  Various crews.  Various ships.  Various ports.  Never been an easy life – you know Captain.  You boys too by the look of you.  You look like you live on the sea.”  Anthony and Lucas nodded.  Frankie elbowed Lucas in the ribs for agreeing with him.  “I picked up some new crew in Plymouth.  Bought and sold various goods.  Got in a few scrapes.  Met a fellow who didn’t like me talking to his girl and he gave me my new face.  The face gave me a new reputation for being a bad seed.  People steered clear.  People just gave me whatever I wanted – no more bartering or struggling.  They took one look at my face and knew I meant business.  Never once have I had to resort to using violence to get what I needed.”

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The Girl from the Sea – Chapter 19

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Nineteen 

No one had seen the dark man looming there in the shadows.  The men started, Frankie moved behind her brothers in fear and the Captain reached out his arm to protect his wife.  “So this explains a lot.  I should’ve been looking for a girl.  I tell you lass, there are not many boys who would have put up with what you did.”  He looked at Frankie with something close to respect. 

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The Girl from the Sea – Chapter 18

The Girl from the Sea – Chapter Eighteen

The Captain and Pete waited on the harbour front for the brothers.  They weren’t far behind them.

“You know where Frankie is? You’ve seen her?  Is she alright?”  They both garbled together. 

“Shhh,” the older men hissed, looking around them.  “Come with me quickly,” said the Captain.  “Pete, stay here and make sure nobody’s following us.  You know what to do.”  Pete nodded darkly and made himself disappear into the shadows.  The Captain set off at a brisk pace up the path to his cottage.  The younger boys followed blindly, wondering how the older man was coping with the steep incline better than they were.  “Can you tell us anything, Sir?”  Lucas puffed. 

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Story Cubes

What are the odds of being able to be inspired indefinitely?  Pretty slim I would say.  Recently I was given this brilliant “toy”.  I say toy, but it’s not going anywhere near my child just yet!  Story cubes are basically dice with pictures on – you throw them and make up a story from the pictures showing.  The possibilities are great!
 
Here are some of my throws:
 

Story cubes

Story cubes

 

Story cubes

Story cubes

Story cubes

Story cubes

 
What story would you come up with? 

Inspiration for a new story!

I love this poem by Rudyard Kipling and it’s given me inspiration for a new story – coming soon! 

If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse’s feet,
Don’t go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street.
Them that ask no questions isn’t told a lie.
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark –
Brandy for the Parson,
‘Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Running round the woodlump if you chance to find
Little barrels, roped and tarred, all full of brandy-wine,
Don’t you shout to come and look, nor use ’em for your play.
Put the brishwood back again – and they’ll be gone next day!
If you see the stable-door setting open wide;
If you see a tired horse lying down inside;
If your mother mends a coat cut about and tore;
If the lining’s wet and warm – don’t you ask no more!
If you meet King George’s men, dressed in blue and red,
You be careful what you say, and mindful what is said.
If they call you “pretty maid,” and chuck you ‘neath the chin,
Don’t you tell where no one is, nor yet where no one’s been!
Knocks and footsteps round the house – whistles after dark –
You’ve no call for running out till the house-dogs bark.
Trusty’s here, and Pincher’s here, and see how dumb they lie –
They don’t fret to follow when the Gentlemen go by!
If you do as you’ve been told, ‘likely there’s a chance,
You’ll be given a dainty doll, all the way from France,
With a cap of Valenciennes, and a velvet hood –
A present from the Gentlemen, along o’ being good!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark –
Brandy for the Parson,
‘Baccy for the Clerk;
Them that asks no questions isn’t told a lie –
Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by.

Rudyard Kipling