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The Curse of the Dancing Fingers Chapter Two

..A Jupiers Child Fable….

By Betty Boo Davis, and ru..

thick fog had settled in on the night
You could barely see a star
The waters were calm and the sails just flopped
Damp towells on a clothesline thru the haze
I was smoking a cigaretted on the creaky wooden floarboards of the Jupiters Child
Sipping a bottle of rum when the Princess arrived
Sat next to me and eased the bottle from my hand
Taking a long swig she passed it back to me without a murmour
“How ya doin”, ? I said
Me is just fine said the Princess
Ships councillor gave me a clean bill
And that healer Lady She done wonders on me
Bin looked after well since I arrived
Do you remeber how you arrived Princess ?
Yeah me little boat bumped into yer skutter and I was hauled abord half dead
I like to be thankin you for that
Not neccesary I said to the princess
We are benevolent travellers
You looked lost
Sure did bump my head said Bettie
Here, pass me that bottle
We sat in close on the wooden floor
Shoulder to shoulder
And looked up at a sky bereft of stars.

To lonely souls of bereave sit

Quietly in the night

Not many words were spoken

Just sitting sippin on a bottle of rum Rusky had high jack from the coriander of the Admiral quarter early er on

Then in the quite of the night

The little princess said pass me a smoke

It seems ta be greatly enjoyed

May I have a drag

No

Said Rusky

Your a princess

And ladies dont smoke

But ya let me have a swiz of rum

Said the little priness

That different

Said Rusky

No smokeing ya hear

Shoulder ta shoulder they sat

Muss led in a far away corner lookin out at the stars

Sharin a bottle of rum

The foggs getting thicker as night grew on

After a short span of time pass

The little princess asked

W hitch way to the star lands from here

I lost my compere when my little boat crash into your skutter the other day are was it a week ago

I still have a little foggy memory here ya know

Lost all me traveling in tires

They be all lost out there some where in the dark beyond

Now I wonder how many days to star lands

And will I ever see home again

Though it be conforable sittin here wit ya

I still lone for home

Not another word was said

As the two lonely souls just sat an remit the night