Tag: request

Judge: …You, Mary Read and Anne Bonny, are to go from hence to the Place from whence you came, and from thence to the Place of Execution; where you shall be severally hanged by the Neck till you are severally dead, dead, dead.

Anne: O rot!

Judge: May God in his infinite Mercy be merciful to each of your Souls…

Mary: We’re pregnant!

[le gasps and murmurs!] (too lazy to find the actual sound clip)

Mary: Do you all hear that?

Judge: What the Devil did she say?

Official: They plead their Bellies, Milord.

Anne: Aye! You can’t hang a Woman quick with Child, can ya?

[murmurs continue!] (still too lazy to find it)

Judge: Quiet! Quiet! If what you claim is true, then your Executions will be stayed, but ONLY until your Terms are up.

Anne: Then I’ll be up the Duff the next time you come knocking!

Aesop once wrote of an Eagle, soaring high above a Shepherd’s Field, that swooped down on powerful wings to seize a grazing Lamb and carry it off to her Nest.

Flying close by, a Jackdaw saw the Deed, and it filled his Head with the Idea that he too was just as strong and capable. So, with a great flapping and rustling of Feathers, the Jackdaw came down swiftly and clutched at the Coat of a Large Ram.

But when he tried to fly away, he found he could not lift the Animal, for his Size and Strength were not up to the Task. And even as the Jackdaw struggled, the Ram hardly noticed he was there.

Nearby, just across the Field, the Shepherd saw the fluttering Bird and was quite amused. Running up, he captured the Jackdaw and clipped its Wings.

That Evening he gave the Jackdaw to his Children as a Gift.

‘What an odd little Bird this is, Father!’ they laughed and shouted. ‘What do you call him?’

‘This is a Jackdaw,’ the Father said. ‘But if you should ask him, he would claim to be an Eagle.’

Aveline, do you still call yourself Assassin?

Whatever name you take, you came to me for help once and now I must ask the same of you.

There is a girl of uncanny strength and wit: Patience Gibbs. She is accused of leading a slave revolt, and her master has placed a high price on her capture. She is a hunted girl.

I have attempted to recruit Patience for the Brotherhood, but she will not allow me to approach her with help. Your name is legendary among the slaves, even as far North as Newport, I believe you will have more success. She was last seen on Goat Island. Start your search there, if you accept.

Your Friend and Brother, Connor.

Post-script: Take care to heed the fort and Patience herself. I have learned the hard way; she is dangerous when startled.

Connor: Hello, Dobby.

Dobby: Connor. You look well.

Connor: I have been better.

Dobby: Do you ever sleep? I really don’t know how you do it.

Connor: I try not to think about it.

Dobby: A strong man, stronger than any I’ve ever met. How is it a man like you has no wife?

Connor: I do not have the time to give a woman what she deserves. Perhaps when all this is over, I will be able to settle and have a family. I hope.

Dobby: Of all the lecherous and deceitful men out there who are fathers you’d be a godsend. But I suppose that’s how it is, the good ones are too busy for it and the louts have nothing better to do. In any case, if you ever think it’s time, make sure I get the first crack!

Connor: Hmm, I promise.

And suddenly, half the Tumblr population claims betrothal to the man…