Post by Imogen O'mannon on Aug 20, 2006 21:30:51 GMT -5
Name: Imogen Cascada O'mannon
Nickname: Mogen
Age: 17
Alliance: her alliance is to herself, but her crimes and piratical behavior have many of the royal navy on the lookout.
Description: Her waist length auburn hair is usually in a long braid over her shoulder. She is 5'8" in height, about 130 in weight. She wares a baggy poet shirt with a leather vest over the top and two belts that crisscross over her chest, brown trousers, black boots and a red length of cloth tied around her waist. tucked in to it you'll find a saber, two pistols, a couple of knives and several other things that are unrecognizable, but could certainly (if the situation called for it) be used as weapons.
Current location: You'll find her (if you're lucky) somewhere on the Caribbean, as a common sailor on the Seahawk.
History: though she was born in Ireland, she had been raised in London. She can't remember anything of Ireland. At the age of thirteen she was very much a young girl, still, her family dressed her up as a young woman, bonnets covering her hair, full skirts, high button shoes, even a corset and of course white gloves. When she would complain her parents would tell her that it was her destiny to become a lady and marry into a more wealthy family so she could have all the comforts she pleased, but this only served to scare her more.
The father of five children (to whom Mogen was the youngest), her father was a wealthy business man, with property all over the world where he ran factories and plantations.
When she was thrown out of school, her father decided to send her to live in Jamaica, with his cousin and his wife. It was the journey, which would change her life forever.
"Where I shall begin is just before dusk on the 23rd of may, where I found myself walking along the crowded docks of Liverpool England following my escort and the man who was carrying my luggage to one of my fathers ships which was named, as I later learned, the Seahawk.
To make a long story shorter the captain and I soon became friends, we would spend great length of time in his cabin sipping tea, perhaps it was that I had no friend in which to tell my thoughts, but I trusted him to the point of confiding secrets in him, even though I?d herd stories that unsettled me I convinced myself that it was nothing. I suppose I didn't know any better, but I am still ashamed to retell it.
One day as I was walking past the hold I overheard talking. From that conversation I learned that there was talk of a mutiny, astonished by what I had herd I rushed to tell the captain. Upon hearing the news he flew in a rage. I had never seen him this way and it scared me. He grabbed me roughly and dragged me up on desk. "ALL HANDS!" he roared pulling one of the pistols from his belt and pointing it into the air, he began to ring the bell violently. The crew came up on deck and I could see by the looks on there faces, they new what was wrong. "Where do you stand!!" he yelled pointing his pistol into there midst. "Miss O'mannon has reveled your plan to me!" Ashamed, I turned away. Thomas (the cook and, only member of the crew that had befriended me) stepped forward and with his hand outstretched displayed a round robin. "We've got a round robin here, which declares you unfit to captain the Seahawk. We want you to step down!" The captain looked at it and then back at Thomas with a devilish look on his face, "there will be no stepping down you dogs!! Now I'm going to make an example of this man." he pointed his pistol at him. "NO!" I screamed and ran towards him, I grabbed the pistol and it went off skimming the captains left cheek?there was silence, then the blood began to flow. I backed away. He looked shocked and felt his cheek, when his hand came away bloody he e looked up with absolute hatred in his eyes and struck me a blow across the cheek. "I withdraw all my friendship from you Miss O'mannon; I want nothing more to do with you! You will not humiliate me in front of my men!" he pulled the second pistol from his belt and shot Zachariah squarely in the chest, but just then another shot rang out and Zachariah and Captain Ward crumpled to the deck.
After that I was alone, for the crew would have nothing to do with me after I had betrayed them.
Grimes was named captain and I stayed mostly in my cabin for I had apologized over and over, but to no avail. After two weeks of giving myself up to guilt I realized that I could not go on like this and I knew what I had to do.
I heaved myself out of bed, and from under it I brought out the seamen's garments that Thomas had made for me. Some roaches skittered away. I held the wrinkled clothing up and looked at the crude shape, its mean design. The feel of the clothe made me falter.
I closed me eyes. My heart was beating painfully, yet I told myself I must accept my responsibility so as to prove to those men that it had been my head that was wrong, not my heart. So as quick as I could I made myself take off my shoes, my stockings, my apron, at last my dress and linen.
With fumbling, nervous hands I put on the sailors clothing. The trousers and shirt felt stiff and heavy yet strangely comfortable. My bare feet felt the rough floor. I stepped out of my cabin and crept up onto the deck It was dawn. To the east I could see the thinnest edge of sunshine. I moved to the captain's cabin, hoping that I would not run into any of the crew before I got to his door. When I did without incident, I could here him in pacing. I knocked on the door, "come in." I entered, and paused at the doorway. "Mr. Grimes," I whispered. He turned and saw me with surprise on his face. "Please, I've come, to be one of the crew."...
~ To be Continued. . .
ok... I have read that somewhere else... Young Lady, are you plagarizing from "The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle"? *g*
