Aug 24, 2019 11:32 AM
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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"Good luck, Miss Arden. I hope your voyage is entirely uneventful." 

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"Thanks, I hope so too."

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And Mowett is waiting to collect her. Before she goes, Mr. Peale hands her a sheaf of his sketches - "for reference." His next client is waiting in the foyer; she doesn't seem to be magical at all. 

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Rebecca blinks at her, but follows Mowett without asking.

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"You look lovely, miss, if you don't mind my saying so." 

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"Thank you."

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"Mr. Peale's very good. And a real artist, too." 

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"Most of his ideas worked! I have to memorize all this now though. Maybe I'll write it down."

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"You can get paper and ink off Coombe, if you do." 

Soon enough, they're back aboard the Clarence

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Rebecca looks for Coombe to ask for paper and ink.

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Coombe is the ship's schoolmaster! He wants to know if Rebecca can write. (His tone suggests he would be terribly surprised).

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"I can, though I don't think my penmanship is good."

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"Just see you return the pen."

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"I will."

She writes down a checklist of her current outfit's features and then gives his pen back.

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And then it'll  be time for Rebecca's afternoon watch. 

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She goes and sits up in the rigging. She sings.

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A couple of topmen give her appreciative whistles. 

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That's sweet of them.

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And soon it'll be time for supper. Rebecca and Emma eat belowdecks, with the men. 

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Cool. What's for dinner?

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Same as every night -  thick stew of salt beef, potatoes, and carrots, with ship's biscuit and a serving of grog with lime juice. 

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Good enough.

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After supper, there's usually singing. 

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Fun!

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Most sea shanties aren't hard to learn. 

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