Cordelia, Daughter of the Sea
Daughter of the Sea
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Chapter 4
“Daughter of the Sea”
The Black
Pearl set sail for Port Royal with Cordelia aboard.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She seemed to be quite at home on a
ship. She knew the terminology and even
how to work several aspects of the ship.
When Jack asked her how she knew these things, she told him about the
people that took her in after her mother’s death.
“A woman named
Adelaide Severnson found my mother in a room of the inn where my mother
lived. She was in labor.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> The woman worked there and heard my mother’s
screams. She helped to deliver me and
before my mother passed on, she asked Adelaide to find a family for me – so she
and her husband, Collin, took me in.
Collin sailed in Port Royal’s fleet and taught me everything that I
know.”
“So why isn’ yer
last name Severnson then?” Jack asked, enthralled with the story.
“They didn’t even
give me my first name,” Cordelia confessed.
“They were an older couple – too old to have a baby of their own, so
they decided to be honest with me from the start. As soon as I could talk – and understand well enough – they told
me that they were raising me, but that I wasn’t theirs.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> They let me pick out my own name.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> After spouting off several names and
meanings, I picked Cordelia. Since I
didn’t know my parents, I liked to think of myself as a daughter of the sea,
which is what my name means.”
“Tha’s deep,
love.”
Cordelia
blushed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to
tao muo much.”
“Yer makin’ the
time pass in a rather pleasant way, love, go on. How’d ye wind up in Tortuga?”
“Well,” she
began, “as I already told you, I wanted to find out where I really came
from. Collin passed away a year ago and
Adelaide passed away a few months afterwards.
She had told me that my mother mentioned that my father was a pirate
before she died. I just took that small
amount of information – and a lot of guts to actually leave Port Royal – and
there I was. Rather foolish, wasn’t
it?”
Jack’s eyes
looked sad. “Not at all.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> S’nice t’ know where ye come from – though
personally, I’d rather not know about meself.
Tha’s a story for another time, though.”