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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,746
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Without Feathers
“Hope is a thing with feathers.”—Emily Dickenson
My dear Miss Swann,
I hope that this letter finds you safely, as I know how fickle post to the Americas can be. I also hope that it finds you in good health and circumstance. My name is Jonathan Radcliffe, your second cousin. My mother Mrs. Sarah Herrick Radcliffe and your mother Mrs. Katherine Lanyer Swann were close friends as children and remained so even until your mother’s untimely passing. My mother tells me that she was very fond of you as a child, and has dearly missed you since your departure to the Americas.
As for myself, my father has acquired for me a post as a trade broker for the Dutch East India Company on an annual salary of six hundred pounds. This sum is enough to establish myself, young as I am at the age of twenty-two. I feel then that it would be appropriate to marry. I assure you, this is not a proposal, as I would be pleased to first renew our acquaintance.
You may not remember, as you were so very young last I saw you, but I once rescued your scarf from the sea. Our families were on holiday in Scarborough, North Yorkshire to enjoy the sea. You were seven and wore a bright red scarf wrapped around your neck to ward off the cold. The strong coastal breeze snatched it from your neck and carried it out to sea. You cried for your scarf, as you held it in so great affection, so I being a doughty nine-year-old, dove into the water and rescued your scarf from certain demise. You were so happy that you immediately put it back on, spoiling your dress with seawater. But you paid no heed, because you had your scarf. You thanked me in the highest terms, calling me your “dashing rescuer”. Do you still have that scarf? I would deplore the thought of my sacrifice being all in vain. I’m only joking.
I travel to establish and renew trading contacts throughout the world, so if this letter does not reach you with haste, I may one day be called to the Caribbean to negotiate trade for that region’s burgeoning tobacco and sugar industries.
Kindest regards,
Jonathan T. L. Radcliffe, Esq.
Nottingham 2nd August
A/N Without Feathers is the title of a very funny Woody Allen book. There was a great line in it that said something like, “Emily Dickenson said that hope is a thing with feathers. Well, the thing with feathers turned out to be my nephew. We have to take him to a specialist in Zurich.”
My dear Miss Swann,
I hope that this letter finds you safely, as I know how fickle post to the Americas can be. I also hope that it finds you in good health and circumstance. My name is Jonathan Radcliffe, your second cousin. My mother Mrs. Sarah Herrick Radcliffe and your mother Mrs. Katherine Lanyer Swann were close friends as children and remained so even until your mother’s untimely passing. My mother tells me that she was very fond of you as a child, and has dearly missed you since your departure to the Americas.
As for myself, my father has acquired for me a post as a trade broker for the Dutch East India Company on an annual salary of six hundred pounds. This sum is enough to establish myself, young as I am at the age of twenty-two. I feel then that it would be appropriate to marry. I assure you, this is not a proposal, as I would be pleased to first renew our acquaintance.
You may not remember, as you were so very young last I saw you, but I once rescued your scarf from the sea. Our families were on holiday in Scarborough, North Yorkshire to enjoy the sea. You were seven and wore a bright red scarf wrapped around your neck to ward off the cold. The strong coastal breeze snatched it from your neck and carried it out to sea. You cried for your scarf, as you held it in so great affection, so I being a doughty nine-year-old, dove into the water and rescued your scarf from certain demise. You were so happy that you immediately put it back on, spoiling your dress with seawater. But you paid no heed, because you had your scarf. You thanked me in the highest terms, calling me your “dashing rescuer”. Do you still have that scarf? I would deplore the thought of my sacrifice being all in vain. I’m only joking.
I travel to establish and renew trading contacts throughout the world, so if this letter does not reach you with haste, I may one day be called to the Caribbean to negotiate trade for that region’s burgeoning tobacco and sugar industries.
Kindest regards,
Jonathan T. L. Radcliffe, Esq.
Nottingham 2nd August
A/N Without Feathers is the title of a very funny Woody Allen book. There was a great line in it that said something like, “Emily Dickenson said that hope is a thing with feathers. Well, the thing with feathers turned out to be my nephew. We have to take him to a specialist in Zurich.”