Jun 19, 2019 9:21 PM
Fabulous Rebecca encounters the Napoleonic wars
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Rebecca runs away from the convent before she's been there a month and a half.

She's lucky in her timing fetching Catherine; Beth hands her through the window and puts a pillow in the baby blankets to make it look like Rebecca broke in on her own whenever the baby's found missing, and Rebecca makes a run for the harbor. By the time she gets there it's really obvious she doesn't have any milk left after her absence, and Catherine's wailing heartbreakingly with hunger, but Rebecca shouts over her to get passage on a ship for the value of the coins she took from Father's hiding place in the yard, and once she's aboard she can listen and watch for other babies, offer smilingly to trade off nursing them with the other mothers, and if there's five women nursing five babies and only four of them have milk that should work out, shouldn't it?

The trip is long. Catherine grows, Rebecca measures her against her arm, but then before they get where they're get going Catherine gets sick. She just keeps getting sicker. When she won't try to nurse any more Rebecca kind of knows.

Rebecca wakes up in the morning and sees herself all grimy and pathetic-looking on a backdrop of stars, and she wonders if she'd be able to nurse Catherine back to health, if she weren't just pretending - she doesn't know how to do it, she fiddles with her chest until she thinks it feels familiar -

- she blinks away the stars and Catherine already isn't breathing.

She doesn't remember very much of the next few days but more or less comes to with a piece of salt pork in her hand and one of the other women sitting next to her, rocking her still-healthy little boy.

Rebecca eats her salt pork and gets up and goes over to the railing and decides that if jumping in the water makes her not want to die any more she can just turn into a mermaid, now, can't she, and she jumps.

She turns into a mermaid and claws her way back up the side of the ship once she's got her legs back and one of the crew sees her and tells her they'll pay her if she gets wings and warns them if she feels bugs. She says all right. She sits in the crow's nest with beautiful angel wings, white edged in gold, waiting to feel something.

They're not far out from port; she doesn't notice anything before they arrive and she collects her money. She goes out and spends it immediately on a hot dinner and a room and a chance to sing for somebody who bills himself as an agent.

A week later she's been on stage just once and he's coming at her and it's no longer even thrilling in addition to frightening, it's just plain repulsive and dreadful, and she's cleaned herself up enough by this point that she can -

- well, he doesn't chase her.

She goes back to the harbor in her blue-marble Grecian dress, angel wings spread a little, and walks up to the first boat she sees. She'll get out on the water again.

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A boy in a blue coat yells down from the side of the ship. "Can I help you, miss?" 

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"Boats hire magic girls, right?" she asks.

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"You'll be wanting to talk with Captain Price, miss!" 

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"Yeah. Where's he?"

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"Aboard the Clarence. She's the big second-rate just over there, miss!" 

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She flaps over there.

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A helpful midshipman directs her to Captain Price's cabin. He's at his desk at the moment, going over some charts. 

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"Hello sir. Do you hire magic girls?"

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Captain Price is a tall, spare man with cool blue eyes, graying a bit around the temples. He looks her over calmly. "That depends. What can you do?" 

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"Ice." She makes a little hailstone in her hand, offers it to him.

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He sets it aside. "How much at a time? How quickly? Is it always solid pieces? Can you control the shape and size?" 

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"...I'm new at this."

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He sighs. "Where are my manners? Mowett! Fetch the lady some tea. Now, Miss - "

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"Arden. Rebecca Arden."

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"Now, Miss Arden, if you would be so kind, please make as much ice as you possibly can. We can step out onto the deck, if you prefer." 

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"Okay." She steps out after them and starts hailing into the sea so she won't damage the deck. She can go at a decent clip, though the balls of ice don't appear with much force.

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"Can you make them strike harder?"

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"Maybe." She fires a single hailstone into the air; it sails along in a decently long arc before it plops into the waves. "I don't think they're bullets. - I don't have to make new ice. I can freeze water that's there."

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"How much at a time? Show me." 

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"Don't icebergs sometimes cut up ships?"

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"Miss Arden, do you mean to tell me you could make an iceberg?"

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"Well, I never have, but if I can wouldn't it be a problem?"

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He smiles. "Quite the contrary. But perhaps you had better fly out a little ways from the ship. I'll call for you to stop if it gets to be too big." 

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"You don't think one would wash up on shore and hit things?"

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"We have another magical girl who controls water. She can sweep it out to sea, if it comes to that." 

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