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clarentineI almost missed it! My day has mostly been spent outdoors, and I only just read LJ to be reminded that it's International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Woot!
I mean, Arrrrr!
I'll let Josh talk for me:
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Midway through the process, the noise from on deck increased. Josh reached for a grip on the nearest cabinet when the ship tilted beneath his feet. Canvas boomed as it filled. The sweltering heat eased a bit with the movement of fresh air through the passageway outside the locker's door. Davy stood in the doorway, his attention stolen by his mates' labors.
Josh cleared his throat. "I said, Rosmarinus officinalis. That's rosemary."
The boy stared, mouth agape. "That merchantman's gonna pitch right over if her crew don't mind their sails better'n that."
Josh leaned closer. "Rosemary!"
Davy jerked. His head snapped back toward Josh. "Where? Lindh'll have her ass and the man what brought her aboard, too." He craned his neck back toward the deck, hunting for the nonexistent stowaway woman.
Josh sighed. He ran a hand across the sweat-soaked hair at the nape of his neck. "Go."
Davy stared at him, not comprehending. "But-"
"I'll do the remainder myself. You may go back to your duty."
I mean, Arrrrr!
I'll let Josh talk for me:
***
Midway through the process, the noise from on deck increased. Josh reached for a grip on the nearest cabinet when the ship tilted beneath his feet. Canvas boomed as it filled. The sweltering heat eased a bit with the movement of fresh air through the passageway outside the locker's door. Davy stood in the doorway, his attention stolen by his mates' labors.
Josh cleared his throat. "I said, Rosmarinus officinalis. That's rosemary."
The boy stared, mouth agape. "That merchantman's gonna pitch right over if her crew don't mind their sails better'n that."
Josh leaned closer. "Rosemary!"
Davy jerked. His head snapped back toward Josh. "Where? Lindh'll have her ass and the man what brought her aboard, too." He craned his neck back toward the deck, hunting for the nonexistent stowaway woman.
Josh sighed. He ran a hand across the sweat-soaked hair at the nape of his neck. "Go."
Davy stared at him, not comprehending. "But-"
"I'll do the remainder myself. You may go back to your duty."
