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“Yes. I was born in Ireland on July 9th, 1701. My father was a silversmith, as was his father. Our family had a little store, called the Simmons Family Silversmith. We did alright; I mean we made it by and everything. Then his father died, and the business was now in my father’s hands. However, after his father died, the silversmith when He however, was unhappy. My mother and I were too. It was then that my father decided to take the family, and the business, and come out here. I was five years old. I don’t remember much about Ireland…but I do remember my parents…right before we moved…just…so happy…so full of hope. When we got here, however, things took a turn for the worse. My father realized that we spent almost all of our money on the voyage. We couldn’t build a nice…brand new shop like he had hoped…so we built this…and we didn’t have the money to buy an extra home. I felt embarrassed whenever we got the occasional customer, because they’d always see my mother and me on our cots, dirty and hungry. My father really thought I had potential. He wanted me to continue the business badly, after he died. He somehow saw that I had a natural gift for the art….and he trained me immensely, teaching me everything I knew. When I was fourteen…however…things became worse – much, much worse. Well…before that time…whenever we needed food…we’d go out to the market, when we had money. We couldn’t do that anymore, because practically no one came in to the silversmith. We had to resort to stealing the food. I was wearing clothes from when I was nine. Then…one day…two days before my fifteenth birthday, I woke up, and they weren’t there. There was a note, and they said they had left the Island, to go somewhere far away. They didn’t take me…since I was just another mouth to feed. I use what I knew to continue the business…and I have been working here ever since.”
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She was a little spoiled brat, who thought she had such a tough and troubled life when, in reality she had it much better then everyone in our family. Also…(comma, not …)
As I was reading, my mind was less on the book then it usually was, because I also thinking about the wonderful experience I had with Murtagh the night before. In my mind, we were still in each other’s arms, kissing. Even though I knew how dangerous our love would be, I couldn’t help it. He was so lovely, so charming. Whenever I was with him, I forgot about all my troubles. I wondered when I would get to see him again.
I tried to think of a way I could escape. The window was too small to crawl out of . . . but, what about the bars. I squinted at the gaps between them. I had always been petite and frail. If I crawled out sideways, maybe I could squirm out.
I inched my way forward, when I crawled out to a success. I smiled happily. Yes, as much I couldn’t believe I was saying it, I’d be with my family soon. Father would be mad at me, but I wouldn’t care! I was going home! I was going to be safe! My smile died down when I began to think about how I was going to get off the ship. The only way was the deck. I could just hope we were at port, and the crew was sleeping.
First, I went over to the hatch and looked to see if there was anyone. I saw no pirates! I was so happy! This was going to be too easy. I moved forward and started crawling up the hatch.
Now that you have done us the great favor of killing him, we would like to bestow you the honor of captaincy of this ship.
What? Make me . . . captain? I didn’t know how it was going to possible. No! I’d always been against piracy my entire life. If I became a pirate captain . . . but, after all, these pirates were being nice to me, and I didn’t have an exact home to go back to. I’d already blown it. I’d already lost everything.
a deep, emerald green with specs of deep brown
We were all there, not saying a word, waiting for the doctors analysis
"Madeline ( . . .) you need to learn to love everyone around you. I know you can, Madeline."
"But how?" I asked her, frowning. This was the exact same thing that happened when she died.
"Be kind. Be yourself. What's not to love about you?"
a few slices of bread with 3 kinds of jam
Sarah rolled her eyes. "I don't think so. When your father found out that your mother died, he was in absolute despair," she chuckled.
I saw father in the parlor
the air was right, not to hot, not to cold
He came closer to me and fingered the pendant, "You look so pretty in it."
Why was this happening to me? Why must everything good in my life always end in sadness and despair? Why did I have to suffer like this? It wasn't fair. Nothing ever was.
If anyone, she had the most biased opinion.
hair flew behind her like fire in locks of strawberry blonde.
It was then that I began to feel pain.
Then I began to feel pain.
"I'm glad you made the right choice," I told him happily, beginning to strike conversation.
I could see gleaming white skull and crossbones which stood out against the black banner of the flag. From what I had learned from my father, it could only mean one thing. Pirates.
"Pirates!" yelled someone. "Prepare your selves!"
Or had he caused extra trouble to the captain and been thrown overboard.
But considering the ships record
I saw no pirates! I was so happy!
"My master?" I regarded quizzically.
he started to untie my dress, touching areas that should be touched as he did it
"I won't hurt you," he reassured, although I was not convinced.
There were woman pirates? I frowned, not knowing this. I wondered how she
I swallowed, hoping they wouldn't be made at me,
I pulled the blankets back over me with the new hand, testing it out.
Was I going to have to learn how to navigate, too? Oh god.
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