Grantville Gazette 36 by Paula Goodlett

Author:Paula Goodlett [Goodlett, Paula]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781451638271
Publisher: 1632, Inc.
Published: 2011-06-27T04:00:00+00:00

"Maybe someday we can make this a research station and spend some time here again," she said to herself, a habit that she was careful not to let others overhear. "I would like that. Yes, we shall." The sailors had built to last and she thought the buildings could survive a few seasons without human care. Finishing her coffee with a gulp, she went inside and put the coconut-shell cup on a shelf, in place for that possible someday. The tiny room was mostly empty. She had already sent her baggage out to the ship and only a few island gewgaws remained; a shell collection along the window sill and some sketches she had hung on the walls that weren't important enough to take with her.

One piece of art, placed in a prominent place over her cot, was a message to any who might take shelter here in the future, a painting of a dodo with the words "Please do not kill this bird! Bad luck follows those who do!" written in English, German and Swedish. "Can't hurt," she said. Assuming they could read, sailors were by nature superstitious and she had no bones against using a bit of psychological warfare in her cause. In fact, I should probably do that more. She brushed against some of the shell necklaces hanging from a peg beside the window. She and Dore had worn these with their native getup. On a whim she took one and put it on, a bit of beach-camp style to remember the place by. Pam took one last look around, backed out onto the porch, then closed and latched the door shut against the wind. It was time to get going.

She found that Gerbald and the men had already moved the heavy carronade from its log mount and were now loading it onto the pinnace with a complicated affair of poles, ropes, and pulleys. Gerbald seemed to have a knack for that kind of thing, even impressing the sailors who worked with such tools on a daily basis. They had made him the foreman for the task and he was basking in the glory of leadership, one of his few foibles.

"Show off," she teased as she sauntered by the proceedings. Gerbald just grinned, as pleased with a ribbing as he was with any kind of attention. Pam thanked the Lord she had found such a good-natured friend. She knew that he had become expert in deflecting the worst of her moods and usually allowed him to do so with silent gratitude.

Pam wandered up to the kitchen to see if she could help Dore with her cooking things. Not too surprisingly, the incredibly efficient woman was already packed up and had drafted Pers and another sailor, dark-haired Lind, into hauling the boxes and bags down to the pinnace. Pam was given a fairly light basket to carry and returned to the beach. The pinnace had already left on its mission to deliver their special gun to the new

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