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#11
Port of Call / Re: EL LOBO DEL MAR
Last post by Welsh Wench - October 12, 2026, 03:35:28 PM Jack found it hard to go back to sleep. The fears kept rolling back over him like waves hitting the shore. He had never had such an intense dream and now he understood the nightmares that Honour had when she had dreams of Rhys and Madoc on that fateful night.
Honour lay sleeping so peacefully beside him. He stroked her hair away from her face gently. She made a murmuring sound but her sleep was undisturbed.
He decided to get up. 'Maybe that will quiet my mind,' he thought.
He crept quietly down the stairs, careful to avoid the third step that would let out a creak. He poured himself a glass of whisky that Aggie had kept in the cupboard, hoping that would calm his nerves. Behind him, he saw the flicker of light, coming from a candle.
"Laddie boy, just what are you doing?"
He turned around and there stood Aggie, in her robe and her hair bound up in a night cap.
He whispered, "Gran, I am so sorry to wake you. I couldn't sleep and was trying to find something that would relax me."
He held the whisky glass up. "I am hoping this does the trick."
"Bollocks!" Aggie said.
"Gran, I have never heard you use that word before."
"I learned it from your daughter."
Jack looked shocked. Then Aggie started to laugh. "For some reason, that word coming out of Zara's mouth just seemed so natural. And sometimes, that is the only word that would describe a situation."
"I guess it was the excitement of Thomas's wedding that has me keyed up. That and the trip back. I know Honour is anxious to get home. And we have that baby to look forward to."
Jack's voice caught on the word 'baby.'
Once again, Aggie whispered, "Bollocks."
She poured herself a glass of whisky for herself and motioned to the chair by the fire that was kept going during the night. Jack sat down, cupping the glass like it was a lifeline to his sanity.
She took the seat opposite him and said in a quiet tone, "Now you tell me exactly what is in your head that has you so upset."
He took a deep drink of the whisky and said, "First you must promise what I say is in strict confidence."
Aggie crossed herself and said, "On the life of my wee Zara, I promise."
Jack took a deep breath and said, "Do you believe that dreams are a portent into the future, Gran?"
She could see the look of distress on his face and picked her words carefully.
"It depends on the dream and what YOU interpret it to mean."
Jack's voice quavered, "I dreamed Honour died in childbirth. And the bairn with her."
Aggie took a deep drink of her whisky and crossed herself. "Oh, my word!"
Jack suddenly burst into tears and could barely get out, "I can't lose her, Gran. She and Zara and the unborn babe are the most important things to me. Life wouldn't be worth living without them in it."
She put her arms around Jack and let him cry it out. "Dear boy, everything will be alright."
He wiped his tears and said, "I am sorry, Gran. I haven't cried since..." He didn't want to admit how he cried when Honour had left him that one time.
"Now let me tell you something. Dreams are a funny thing and one like this is just a fluke. Do you have any reason to think that she won't come through childbearing alright?"
"No. From what I understand, Zara was an easy birth."
Aggie looked at him quizzically. "You weren't there?"
Jack shook his head. "Long story but we were separated."
She took a deep breath and continued. "As far as the dream you had, don't put any stock in it as being a foreshadow of things to come. Honour is a very healthy woman and you have Dr Gander there. He is the soul of compassion and will make sure everything goes smoothly. And if it is any consolation, second births are usually easier than the first. I guess the baby knows the way out."
Jack burst out laughing. 'Gran, you always make things better."
She patted his hand and said, "Trust me. Things will be fine and you will have a safe journey back and have a sweet new bairn to look forward to."
"Are you wanting a boy or a girl?"
Jack said, "I don't care. After this dream, I just want a healthy baby."
"Well, look at Zara. Things will be fine. I shall miss her something fierce."
"And she will miss you too. But she misses her cats Puddin and Eve. And of course, Muir, our dog."
Aggie took the glass out of Jack's hand and gave him a hug.
"Now go back and get into bed with your sweet wife. You have a long day ahead of you, getting back to your ship. When will you sail out?"
"Around sunset when the tide is in."
Aggie nodded. "May you have fair winds, my dear child."
He gave her a hug and said, "Thank you for the advice, Gran. I feel so much better now."
As he went up the stairs, Aggie whispered to herself, "And thank you for everything. Life will be so much more secure for us...for your cousins...for everyone."
She felt a tear slide down her cheek and brushed it away. With a sigh, she returned to her own room.
But not before she kicked the broom out of holding the oven door shut.
"And good riddance to you, my old friend. You served us well...but out with the old, in with the new!"
Honour lay sleeping so peacefully beside him. He stroked her hair away from her face gently. She made a murmuring sound but her sleep was undisturbed.
He decided to get up. 'Maybe that will quiet my mind,' he thought.
He crept quietly down the stairs, careful to avoid the third step that would let out a creak. He poured himself a glass of whisky that Aggie had kept in the cupboard, hoping that would calm his nerves. Behind him, he saw the flicker of light, coming from a candle.
"Laddie boy, just what are you doing?"
He turned around and there stood Aggie, in her robe and her hair bound up in a night cap.
He whispered, "Gran, I am so sorry to wake you. I couldn't sleep and was trying to find something that would relax me."
He held the whisky glass up. "I am hoping this does the trick."
"Bollocks!" Aggie said.
"Gran, I have never heard you use that word before."
"I learned it from your daughter."
Jack looked shocked. Then Aggie started to laugh. "For some reason, that word coming out of Zara's mouth just seemed so natural. And sometimes, that is the only word that would describe a situation."
"I guess it was the excitement of Thomas's wedding that has me keyed up. That and the trip back. I know Honour is anxious to get home. And we have that baby to look forward to."
Jack's voice caught on the word 'baby.'
Once again, Aggie whispered, "Bollocks."
She poured herself a glass of whisky for herself and motioned to the chair by the fire that was kept going during the night. Jack sat down, cupping the glass like it was a lifeline to his sanity.
She took the seat opposite him and said in a quiet tone, "Now you tell me exactly what is in your head that has you so upset."
He took a deep drink of the whisky and said, "First you must promise what I say is in strict confidence."
Aggie crossed herself and said, "On the life of my wee Zara, I promise."
Jack took a deep breath and said, "Do you believe that dreams are a portent into the future, Gran?"
She could see the look of distress on his face and picked her words carefully.
"It depends on the dream and what YOU interpret it to mean."
Jack's voice quavered, "I dreamed Honour died in childbirth. And the bairn with her."
Aggie took a deep drink of her whisky and crossed herself. "Oh, my word!"
Jack suddenly burst into tears and could barely get out, "I can't lose her, Gran. She and Zara and the unborn babe are the most important things to me. Life wouldn't be worth living without them in it."
She put her arms around Jack and let him cry it out. "Dear boy, everything will be alright."
He wiped his tears and said, "I am sorry, Gran. I haven't cried since..." He didn't want to admit how he cried when Honour had left him that one time.
"Now let me tell you something. Dreams are a funny thing and one like this is just a fluke. Do you have any reason to think that she won't come through childbearing alright?"
"No. From what I understand, Zara was an easy birth."
Aggie looked at him quizzically. "You weren't there?"
Jack shook his head. "Long story but we were separated."
She took a deep breath and continued. "As far as the dream you had, don't put any stock in it as being a foreshadow of things to come. Honour is a very healthy woman and you have Dr Gander there. He is the soul of compassion and will make sure everything goes smoothly. And if it is any consolation, second births are usually easier than the first. I guess the baby knows the way out."
Jack burst out laughing. 'Gran, you always make things better."
She patted his hand and said, "Trust me. Things will be fine and you will have a safe journey back and have a sweet new bairn to look forward to."
"Are you wanting a boy or a girl?"
Jack said, "I don't care. After this dream, I just want a healthy baby."
"Well, look at Zara. Things will be fine. I shall miss her something fierce."
"And she will miss you too. But she misses her cats Puddin and Eve. And of course, Muir, our dog."
Aggie took the glass out of Jack's hand and gave him a hug.
"Now go back and get into bed with your sweet wife. You have a long day ahead of you, getting back to your ship. When will you sail out?"
"Around sunset when the tide is in."
Aggie nodded. "May you have fair winds, my dear child."
He gave her a hug and said, "Thank you for the advice, Gran. I feel so much better now."
As he went up the stairs, Aggie whispered to herself, "And thank you for everything. Life will be so much more secure for us...for your cousins...for everyone."
She felt a tear slide down her cheek and brushed it away. With a sigh, she returned to her own room.
But not before she kicked the broom out of holding the oven door shut.
"And good riddance to you, my old friend. You served us well...but out with the old, in with the new!"
#12
Mundane Topics / Re: Re: Two words!
Last post by laedyfaire - October 09, 2026, 03:34:36 AMenough nonsense
#13
Mundane Topics / Re: Answer my question with a ...
Last post by laedyfaire - October 09, 2026, 03:33:53 AMdo teens still count as children?
#14
Mundane Topics / Re: Re: Continue the thread
Last post by laedyfaire - October 09, 2026, 03:33:20 AMwood smoke smells so good
#15
Texas Renaissance Festival / Re: Let The Countdown Begin!
Last post by KiltedPrivateer - October 08, 2026, 10:46:00 AMTurns out it opens this weekend. Have fun TRF goers.
#16
Mundane Topics / Re: Re: Continue the thread
Last post by KiltedPrivateer - October 08, 2026, 10:44:30 AMDoes run cautiously through the wood
#17
Mundane Topics / Re: Answer my question with a ...
Last post by KiltedPrivateer - October 08, 2026, 10:42:54 AMAre children involved in this scary season?
#18
Mundane Topics / Re: Re: Two words!
Last post by KiltedPrivateer - October 05, 2026, 05:29:56 PMFair enough
#19
Mundane Topics / Re: Answer my question with a ...
Last post by laedyfaire - October 05, 2026, 04:04:34 AMhow scary can we make the scary season?
#20
Mundane Topics / Re: Extra Words for Threads [T...
Last post by laedyfaire - October 05, 2026, 04:03:35 AMHEY...same here KP...I try every week and nothing and now today, voila!
Yes..cooler weather!! feels so good.
spent some hours at the N Y faire's last day yesterday and it was so pleasant and the weather helped! cool!
Hubby is still in treatment and is doing ok, thank God.
Hope you all stay safe and enjoy the temps
Yes..cooler weather!! feels so good.
spent some hours at the N Y faire's last day yesterday and it was so pleasant and the weather helped! cool!
Hubby is still in treatment and is doing ok, thank God.
Hope you all stay safe and enjoy the temps