Saturday, February 23, 2013

Run Rachel Run---Chapter One

Chapter 1

Rachel hid behind an old ship wreck--- dry docked on the beach. Since the new year of 1710 it seemed her luck proved to be bad. First her mama died from the flu pandemic and then her father shipped off as a shipmate on the Purple Cross---he did not tell her when he would be back.


Her father left a half-breed Indian who was a great friend of theirs to watch his Rachel. Rachel trusted Long Legs but she did not want to be a bother to anyone and he had a large family to take care of and feed. She could take care of herself---and now she would.


At 16 Rachel was full grown---but unlike her many schoolmates she did not want to married and raise a bunch of children. Anyone could do that---she wanted her life to mean something. She wanted to travel the world and then decide where she wanted to live.


Then she would begin her dream of making beautiful dresses from her drawings. Rachel was very artistic. And as crude and uneducated the town she lived in was---the towns people still appreciated Rachel’s talent.


Rachel would begin her adventure tonight by becoming a stow-away on the Black Hawk. She had done her investigating about the captain and found out he was fierce but kind to ladies.


So Rachel went home to pack all her belongings including her new acquired make-up of rice powder, rouge, and lip color. She was proud of the new dresses she made from her drawings---they made her look older than her 16 years.


Long Legs had taught her how to throw a knife and her father taught her how to dance around a fighter who was throwing punches. She was strong and savvy and was ready for her new adventure---but first she had to write her father and Long Legs a letter of good-bye and let them know what ship she was on.


Now after all is said and done---and Rachel was packed and ready for her plan to take place---her hands trembled a little as she held her satchel. She waited in her hiding place behind an old wrecked ship from the last storm.

Run Rachel Run---Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Rachel looked around at her home town Rotterdam---and she smiled as it was one of the biggest seaports in the Netherlands and maybe the World. She hated to leave but with promising herself she would return to visit---especially since her dear mother was buried in the church cemetery. She already said her byes to her mother when she left her a bouquet of lavender roses on her grave. The roses came from her mother favorite rose bush and bloomed most of the year---with roses that felt like velvet--- with their fragrance floating on the sea breeze. This is a memory she will always take with her---and some cutting from the rose bush.


Rachel waited until all the mates and the Captain were aboard the ship and asleep or in a drunken stew. The stealfully she boarded the ship between the lights from the old buildings on the dock and the shadows of the night.


She chose to stow-away in the Captain’s dinghy which was in a secluded concave by his quarters. She manage to get all her belonging in and herself and covered the dinghy back with the tarp.


Soon Rachel was fast asleep in her hide-away and did not notice that someone was watching her play out her little stow away plan with a smile on his handsome face.


Rachel woke up with the ship rocking and in a strange bed. And just when she was trying to understand where she was a loud banging on the big wooden door caused her to scream out.


Pushing past the man outside with a breakfast tray was the captain tall dark and handsome was just the tip of his aura. He rushed to Rachel’s side and took her hand and looked deeply into her light blue eyes that shined like a beacon to his heart.