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A Proper Stuffing

 

“There’s a full
moon out tonight.” The young man in a sailor’s uniform whispered. “It’s going
to make it all the more difficult.”

 

“That’s why we came
to you, Bran.” One of the two young women crouching on the wharf close to the
little jolly-boat whispered back. “My cousin Bella has to get on board that
ship… she has to sail away to the eastern lands across the great ocean.”

 

“I’ll do anything
for you, Tessie.” Bran took the short cloaked and hooded woman’s hand and shot
a glance at her equally attired taller companion. “But your cousin looks a lot
like the young lady Winchester.”

 

“I told you he
would know.” Bella sighed. “And if he does so will…”

 

“Oh, I won’t tell
anyone, Milady.” Bran crossed his heart. “But it’ll be near impossible to keep
a lass as comely as you hidden away on a merchant ship for long.”

 

“If you love me
truly, Bran…” Tessie said slowly, holding the young man’s hand. “Then you will
keep her hidden and safe until you reach the eastern ports.”

 

“But why must she
do this… surely one of the Imperial ships can take her east.”

 

“She’s on a
surreptitious mission for her House and must travel discreetly…” Tessie said
sadly. “…we trust you completely, Bran.”

 

“I don’t like it…” Bran
shook his head and sighed. “…but I’ll do it for you, despite the risk of
getting the flogging of my life were I to get caught.”

 

“You won’t, Bran.” Bella
whispered with some assurance. “I will remain as a ghost onboard, unseen and
unheard by all… except you.”

 

“You’re a brave
girl to want to do this…” The portly sailor bit his lip, staring at the dark
haired green eyed beauty. “…it’s a month long journey across the sea… on a ship
full of rough and lonely men.”

 

“That’s why she
needs you to protect her, my love.” The shorter woman smiled at her lover.

 

“Aye, Tessie.” Bran
leaned over and kissed his plump blonde fiancée. “I’ll do my best.”

 

“I know you will.”
She replied, almost inaudibly.

 

“All right then,
get on the boat… there’s no one on the ship now… everyone is ashore drinking
and whoring until we set sail at dawn.” The stocky sailor glanced around the
darkened harbor. “It’s the best time to get you all hidden away in the ship’s
wine cellar.”

 

“Will she be safe
there?” Tessie asked with concern, touching his arm.

 

“Yes, very… only I,
attendant to the master steward, have access to the wine cellar onboard.”

 

“Don’t worry about
me, Tessie…” Bella hugged the family cook’s niece closely. “I can never thank
you enough for what you’re doing for me…”

 

“Hush now, dear and
be on your way, dawn is but a few hours away.”

 

“Goodbye, my
friend.” Bella wiped a tear and took Bran’s hand to swiftly climb onto the bobbing
boat.

 

The little boat
rocked as she sat down facing the sailor. Moonlight gleamed off the water as he
began to row the boat out into the sea, heading for the huge merchant ship
anchored out in the cove. The lovely young brunette did not look back. It was a
life she was glad to leave behind. She wasn’t meant for it, that she had known
ever since she could think for herself.

 

The silence
surrounding them, apart from the lapping sound of the water and the gentle
splash of the oars, seemed to weigh down on her. She took a deep breath,
filling her lungs with the salty sea air; this would be her home for a month or
maybe more. She looked up at the thickset sailor on whose hands her survival
depended on. He was staring right back at her, his brown eyes wide.

 

“I can’t thank you
enough, Bran.” She whispered, leaning forward. “I have instructed Tessie to
reward you when you get back to Winchester.”

 

“Hardly necessary,
Milady.” The man almost blushed. “I am doing this for Tessie; she speaks very
highly of you.”

 

“Nevertheless, you
shall be rewarded.”

 

“As you wish,
Milady.” Bran sighed deeply, overwhelmed by his proximity to such divine beauty
for the first time in his twenty year old life. “If I may be so bold, why are
you doing this?”

 

“Well, I suppose
you have earned the right to know.”  She smiled at him from under the hood. “My
father, the Lord of the House Winchester and a member of the Imperial Council would
be very disappointed with me. But then I have been very disappointed with him,
especially with the way he had been making the decisions for me all of my life.
And now when I am finally of age, the worst decision he has ever made for me will
be realized.”

 

“And that is?” He
asked with interest.

 

 “I never agreed to
it, not when it was decided and not ever since.” She shook her head in dismay.
“To be the wife of Prince Edmond Lancaster of Hampden, so that my father’s
reputation would grow ever more.”

 

“Betrothed to the
Prince…” Bran gasped. “Why most girls would die for such an hon…”

 

“The prince is as
old as my father and I am unlike any other young woman my age.” Annabelle
Hermione Winchester gritted her teeth. “And at eighteen, I find that most
disagreeable, in fact I find the requirement to get married this young just as
disagreeable. I have always longed to see the world and be free of the confines
that society imposes on the women of my social standing.”

 

“But Milady, the
sea is no place for a woman of your…”

 

 “I have heard
otherwise from the several serving girls and chambermaids under the employ of
House Winchester. They have regaled me with tales of adventure and intrigue, of
a life full of wild excitement and of men so free and daring; unlike those of
the pompous kind I have known all my pampered life.”

 

“The stories you
have been told, aye, they may be true… but life is hard if you’re not born of
nobility.”

 

“I appreciate your
concern, Bran… but I made up my mind long ago.” Bella said resolutely, peering
at him from under the hood. “This life I have so far lived at my father’s
estate is a prison and I am being forced to exchange it for another one at my future
husband’s castle. I have planned this with great care, and chose the day and my
confidants wisely.  Now here I am, Bran, on a little jolly-boat with you, slowly
approaching a large ship bobbing gently in the dark moonlit sea on which my
destiny awaits.”

 

“Another few rows,
Milady.” Bran smiled. “And we will board her.”

 

“You had better stop
calling me Milady.” Bella whispered through her teeth. “No one on board must
know of my true presence, let alone my title.”

 

“I will have you
hidden in the wine cellar… no one will ever look there.” The young man nodded.
“And if I may be so bold to call you Bella then.”

 

“Don’t be a fool.”
She glared at him as he fastened the boat to the ropes dangling from the ship’s
side. “I cannot remain hidden in the wine cellar the entire journey. We must
devise a ruse… is there a way for me to appear as a man.”

 

“Yes, Mi… uh, yes
there is, but perhaps more a young lad than a man.” He grinned, easing her
tension. “I can arrange something for you… and pray the captain doesn’t take notice
of the new recruit too closely.”

 

“Would I be
expected to perform duties as a sailor?” Her smile was more apprehensive than
inquiring.

 

“Well, I could have
you on the kitchen roster.” He shrugged as he put the oars away. “Scrubbing
pots and clearing tables.”

 

“I suppose that
would work for now.” She sighed, grasping at the rope-ladder and pulling
herself up the ship’s side. “Will I be required to serve and clean up after…?”

 

“Yes, and to be
mostly unnoticed, you best carry out your duties to the letter.” He climbed up
right behind her, steadying the swaying rope-ladder.

 

“Well, I did know
what I was getting into.” Bella smiled and climbed over the ship’s rail. “It
wouldn’t be the first time that a woman of noble birth had to scrub pots and
wait on tables.”

 

“Aye, but you won’t
appear to be a woman.” Bran assured her with a laugh as he hauled himself over
and led her toward the ship’s kitchen. “As the new scrubbing boy, you can
constantly have soot on your pretty face and none will be the wiser.”

 

The lovely young
brunette shivered a little as she followed him down the dark steps leading to
the underbelly of the merchant ship. It was a large ship, the largest she had
ever been on. Her first was a little sailboat her father had taken her on when
she was ten. Eight years had gone since then; times were different when she had
things done for her. And that was how it was until yesterday evening when she
had run away from home. Bella knew she was on her own now - just she and her
wits against the big bad world of men.

 

0-0-0

 

 

The men surrounding
her were big, unkempt and stank of brine and rum. She cursed herself for
venturing out onto the deck again, especially now when the sun was low on the
western horizon. Three days now she had been on the ship and Bran had been
unable to keep up his promise to look after her with all the work he had to do.
She faced a much more serious dilemma now than pondering over her benefactor’s
lack of attention toward her.

 

“And what have we
here…” One of the men, a gap toothed and balding brute, leered at her. “…a
pretty little boy out to prove himself a man?”

 

“I’m merely out
here to watch the sunset…” She tried to keep her voice as deep as possible. The
loose fitting masculine shirt and trousers, and the oversized coat did well to
hide her charms, but did little for her natural grace and beauty. Bella pulled
her large hat closer over her eyes.

 

“Why?” Another one
of the three closing in on her grinned viciously. “Does it make ye feel all
poetic?”

 

“If your intention
is to harm me…” Bella struggled to hold her composure. “I will have you know
that the Captain…”

 

“The Cap’n wouldn’t
concern himself with no wee scrubbing boy, little one.” Gap-Tooth snorted. “We
do instead, and we wanna give you a sailor’s welcome onboard.”

 

“Well, I thank you
for your kindness, but now I must go below… my duty beckons…”

 

“What’s the hurry,
greenhorn?” The third man, tall and lanky with a pale scar across his broad
nose sneered.  “We ain’t given ye a proper welcome yet.”

 

“Please… No.” The
young brunette felt a surge of panic rush through her. “Oh, Bran, where are
you?”

 

“Who’s Bran?” Gap-Tooth
snarled and grabbed her slender wrist in his callused hand.

 

“No… release me…”
She gasped, pulling away from him.

 

“Away with you,
swabs…” A deep voice boomed from behind them, making all three men stiffen. “…or
it’s the crack of my whip on your sorry backs.”

 

“Mr. Hinds… we was
just having a little fun…” The lanky one sniveled.

 

“And so you have,
now away with you.” She heard the deep voice bark as the three sailors stepped
back dejectedly.

 

Her trembling hands
grasping at the rails for dear life, Bella stared wide eyed at the tall, broad shouldered
man standing before her. He cut a menacing figure, but his handsome face, blue
eyes as deep as the sea and a ruggedness she had never seen before, left her
breathless. She didn’t notice her would-be molesters slipping away, her eyes
remained locked on to him, drawn in by his mesmerizing appeal. She felt
lightheaded and her belly quivered as if the sea was rolling inside it.

 

“Have you never
seen a man before in your life, boy?”  His deep, gruff voice jarred her out of
her daze.

 

“Oh, is that what
you are then… a man?” A sudden prick of anger and years of arrogance made her
retort, and she instantly regretted it.

 

“Careful who you
speak to, boy…” He said, running a large hand over his stubble. “I am Ronan
Hinds, First Mate on the Garamond.”

 

“Pardon me, sir…”
She stared down at her feet, glad that her voice didn’t tremble as the rest of
her did. “I thank you for your timely aid but I am not accustomed to being confronted
in such manner.”

 

“I’ve been watching
you these last two days, scrubbing boy. Get below deck where you belong.” He
glared at her with his sea blue eyes, drowning her in them. “You look like no
sailor I’ve ever seen – or even like any man… and your manner of speech is
unlike any sailor either.”

 

“It’s my first
sail… sir.” She swallowed hard and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen,
regretting her decision to witness a sunset over the open sea. “I will soon
learn the ways of the sailor.”

 

“That you will,
boy.” He suddenly laughed, walking down the steps, following her to the
kitchen. “And you must look the part as well… as of now, you look much too
delicate for the savage seas.”

 

“I… I will…” She
replied, shaking a little as they entered the empty kitchen. She wondered where
Bran had gone for so long.

 

“You will fetch me
a mug of Rum and a slice of cheese, boy.” Hinds sat down at the table, making
the wooden bench creak under his immense bulk.

 

“I… yes, Mr. Mate.”
Bella scurried around, pouring a tankard of Rum and slicing some cheese.

 

“Who hired you? He
suddenly asked, flicking out his gleaming wickedly curved dagger and picking
his teeth with it.

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