Dr. Frankenstein's Daughters by Suzanne Weyn

Author:Suzanne Weyn [Weyn, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Horror & Ghost Stories, Juvenile Fiction, Love & Romance, Fantasy & Magic, C429, Extratorrents, Kat
ISBN: 9780545510110
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2013-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

FROM THE DIARY OF

BARONESS GISELLE FRANKENSTEIN

July 1, 1815

Along with Baron Frankenstein, we traveled by ferry from Scotland to the island they call Mainland and stayed at a hotel in the city of Kirkwall. From there we booked a trip to Gairsay with a boat taking groceries across, but at the last moment I was delayed as the clasp to my luggage broke and my clothing fell from it. They did not notice me frantically gathering my things until the boat had already left the dock.

This unfortunate turn of events left me with no choice but to engage the sailboat of that same taciturn Captain Ramsay for my return trip. I decided to simply remain aloof and not even look at him. Our journey would be over soon enough.

To my dismay, the old man was oddly talkative as we set sail. “So, tell me, girly,” he began in his thick, growling way of talking. “Have you found yourself a lad over there in Gairsay?”

I thought his question impudent, and so declined to answer and avoided looking at him by gazing out to sea.

“Too good to speak to me?” he challenged.

“I can’t hear you because of the wind,” I lied, though I needed to shout to be heard, just the same.

“A loud little trollop, aren’t ye?” he snarled.

I couldn’t believe my ears, and so once more I feigned deafness, staring away from him. From time to time I checked to see what he was doing, and each time I was met with a hateful stare.

When the bay was in sight, the captain did not steer the boat into it but rather into a cove. I demanded to know where he was going.

“Never you mind!” Captain Ramsay replied as he headed into more shallow waters in a quiet, rocky inlet.

I couldn’t imagine why we would be going there and grew frightened.

“Take me back!” I shouted, standing.

“Sit down,” he bellowed.

“I WANT TO GO BACK!”

From his spot at the tiller, he reached forward and grabbed my skirt, yanking at it. The boat pitched, throwing me down onto him at the same time that the mainsail mast swung above us.

“Now look what you’ve done, you stupid girl!” he shouted, struggling to get to his feet and regain control of the boat.

The next thing I knew, we were in the water and the boat had capsized. My luggage was once more open and my things floating in the surf. Fortunately, you, Dear Diary, were safe in my pocket. You are damp and some ink is blurred, but you’re not too much the worse for your drenching.

I did not look for Captain Ramsay, but quickly dragged myself out of the water, which was fortunately low enough that I could stand. Once I was knee-deep in the surf, I hobbled along in the direction of the harbor by hugging the shoreline. Fortunately it was a warm day, and by the time I got there, I was already half dry. I saw Ingrid and Uncle Ernest there waiting for me. Frantic with worry, they hurried to my side as soon as I came into view.

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