Title:
I, Mary
Author: Mike Hartner
Publisher: Eternity 4 Popsickle Publishing
Pages: 266
Genre: Historical Romance
Author: Mike Hartner
Publisher: Eternity 4 Popsickle Publishing
Pages: 266
Genre: Historical Romance
Mary Crofter's first trip on the water was just after her
first birthday, when her parents came from her birthplace in Kilwa to Portsmouth.
She's been on several trips from Portsmouth
to London and other places since.
She loves the water and the water seems to love her. Can she survive on the
water? Will people ever take seriously a GIRL as a sailor? Will she ever come
off the water? If she does, will the lure of the ocean draw her back?
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First Chapter
I looked upon the gray
waters that surrounded me. To the west
it was dark and cloudy, the wind blustering.
But as I braced myself against the gale hitting full force against my
peacoat, I smiled.
It was fitting that I was here, and nothing could ever convince me
otherwise. I’d been birthed on land but
it wasn’t long afterward that I was on the water—and acquiring my sea
legs. From the time I could walk, I
learned to balance myself on the uneven deck. And later to climb the gnarly
spars and ultimately the sayles. My
parents taught me my numbers and to read and write as well. Numbers, well, was my best subject, and I was
good at that. But my time at sea was
what I loved the most. In truth, the
only fun I remember in my childhood was when they took me on our merchant ship
from our home in Portsmouth to London or to Bristol. It wasn’t the location that I liked or the
end of the journey; no, for me it was the sayling, standing on the deck,
listening to the wind, watching the ocean and the clouds and . . . late at
night . . . the stars. I wanted to be on
the sea forever, and I knew this from my very first time aboard ship.
I remember very well every one of those trips, because during each
voyage I would close my eyes and concentrate, and it was as if I were talking
to the water. And through a combination
of waves and the ship’s motion, it felt as if the sea was in turn communicating
with me.
I recall all of the journeys with my father and his good friend, Captain
Jose. The saylors on those ships were
always good to me, and I came to respect all of them. They taught me sayling while they went about
their own jobs. Even as a little kid I
was taught how to tie knots. And when I
was eleven they instructed me on how to throw knives and swing a cutlass. Soon afterward I was taught how to prime,
load, and shoot a musket. But I turned
up my nose at the musket, even the smaller flintlock pistols. To me, there was no honor in this sort of
fight. No great talent was needed to
shoot somebody. Any idiot could pull a
trigger. In my mind, it required real
skill to defeat a man, or woman for that matter, with a cutlass. And, yes, I will take up swords against a
woman. Because, you see, I am one also.
Captain Jose had been a friend of
the family since before I was born. He’d
sayled with my father, James, and my mother, Rosalind. I heard the stories of the trip from Kilwa,
where I was born, and then to Portsmouth, where we now live. I don’t know how they originally met because
I haven’t been told that yet, but Captain Jose is so close to the family that
I’ve always called him Uncle Jose or Uncle for short.
Currently, I am not quite twelve
years old, thin as a rail, a little over eleven hands high, and maybe weighing
four stone soaking wet. My hair is long
enough to wear tied behind so it looks like the tail on a pony, but many men
wear their hair the same way, so no one would know I was a girl just by looking
at me.
I was in the office of Crofter Shipping Yards one day when Uncle Jose
called me to him said, “Come over here and sit down.” He was always so nice to me that I never
hesitated at any request of his, so I took a seat next to him. He gave me a funny look, kind of sly but not
really since he smiled right away. “I’ve
already talked to your parents, and both James and Rosalind agree with me.”
I looked at him and fidgeted, not having a clue what he was going to say
next.
“You’ve sayled with your father and me all your life. We brought you to Portsmouth on a carrack
many years ago. You’ve been on the
caravel we sayled to Le Havre and on a special boat too, a cog—the one with
just one sayle—when we sayled to London.”
I nodded at him, but I was confused.
Had I done something wrong?
“Mary, there is a caravel that will be leaving these shipping yards in a
little over a week. It's headed to the
north of Scotland. Seldom do pirates
sayle these waters, so other than weather it will be relatively safe and . . .”
My eyes widened. Was I getting the right
message? Was he really doing this? Was he really going to make my dream come
true? “If you should be interested, I
can schedule you to take your sayling tests in the next few days so you can be
on that caravel and start out as part of the crew on this trip. This way, you can see if sayling is really what
you want to do.”
I threw myself at Uncle Jose. “Yes, yes.
Please, yes.”
He laughed. “Then let’s go get
you some sayling clothes and set you up to crew on your very first ship. Then I’ll introduce you to the captain.” I jumped up from my chair but Uncle Jose
pointed to me so I’d retake my
seat. His face turned solemn, almost to
a frown. “There’s something we need to
discuss, and this won’t be easy to talk about.
I brought this up this with your parents, and they told me to go ahead
and tell you.”
Uncle Jose’s change of attitude was so great that I was startled. “I don’t understand.”
“I’ve already spoken to the captain, since I assumed you’d say yes. And he assured me that his main crew will
respect you as a girl and also as a Crofter.
But there are always new men brought on board. And even though the regular crew is honorable
as far as this captain knows, they are still men of the sea. Mary, do you understand what I’m saying to
you?”
“Your crew was always wonderful
to me.” As soon as I said this I started
to think back to all the times the men had helped me.
“You were a young girl who was the daughter of the owner of the ship,
and I was the captain who knew each man well.
If anyone had stepped out of line, he would have been run through or thrown
overboard. This will be different, and
you must understand that you are older now, almost a woman if you aren’t
already. I don’t know how else to put
it, but to say you will have to be on your guard at all times. The captain will have a couple of his most
trusted men watching over you, but even a caravel is a big enough boat that . .
. well, no person can be looked after day and night.”
I hadn’t given what Uncle Jose was talking about a single thought, but I
wasn’t scared. “I’m not saying I can take
down a saylor, but I know how to defend myself, and Mother has taught me how to
hurt a man where it hurts the most.”
Uncle Jose let out a muffled laugh that might’ve been a groan. “Always know who’s around you, and be aware
that you’re going to constantly have to prove yourself.”
“Because I’m a girl?” I snapped, mad that I’d done so at Uncle Jose.
“Yes,” he came back just as fast, but then he smiled and showed his big
teeth. “Just be aware that nothing I
have said was with the intent of trying to talk you off the boat. I just don’t want you—”
“Uncle Jose, I’ve heard the men talk on the boats since I was first able
to walk the decks. Sometimes I’d hear
things that I know I wasn’t supposed to, and as I got older many saylors didn’t
even think I was not one of them, so I’m not unaware that men are going to be
men at times. I can handle myself, I
promise.”
“Let us hope you don’t have to.”
He stared hard at me. “At least
with the crew.”
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