There were servants, but now they were paid very well and had days off and vacations of their own which had not happened in the days of Lady Bonita.
There were machines now that flew through the air. They were called airplanes and brought people to the island. They were called tourists. They paid a lot of money to be waited on and for the island food and drink.
There were some tourists walking her way. The old pirate started to walk away when she heard them call to her. She turned and watched them. They motioned to her that they wanted to talk to her.
The man called her 'Old timer' when he called to her. "Shiver me timbers, I don't like that. What ye want?"
The man said, "Well, since you are so old we thought maybe you could tell us a little about this island. We keep seeing pictures of folks on the walls and the desks in the hotel of the same people. There is a little girl that seems to be important to the folks that run the hotel here."
"Why ye want to know," asked the pirate.
The woman said, "Well, I am a writer. I would like to tell the story if I may. Would you answer some questions for me?" The pirate replied, "You mean like you write books and such?"
The woman and man both smiled and said, "Yes, at the same time."
The pirate said, "Would ye put my picture in it?"Again the couple smiled and assured the old pirate that her picture would be in the book.
"Well, how much time do ye have?" They walked with her as she looked out at the sea. "Well, many many years ago, there was a little girl whose name was Marlee. She then told the couple the story as she had heard it handed down by her great grandmother from her great grandmother. She had said that Marlee had stayed at the island and so had Miss Lexie. They both had had wonderful educations with personal teachers called governesses. Nowadays they call it homeschooling. They had grown, married, had children and grandchildren of their own.
The old pirate looked out over the sea. She could see the tourists playing in the sea. There were ships out there, but not pirate ships anymore, but smaller boats that had tourists on them. They wanted to see the whales and sometimes they went swimming with the dolphins. The boats had engines also. They did not need sails to move them. There were small sailboats that people rode on for fun. The new people had even dug holes in the ground and filled it with water for swimming. She saw no need for that. There was a huge ocean for swimming.
The couple had been walking with the old pirate and showed her a picture on their cell phone. They had taken it of one of the pictures they had seen on the desk at the hotel. "Who is this woman?" they asked. "Ah, that is Lady Bonita. She was little Marlee's grandmother. She was not happy about little Marlee coming to this island by herself, so she accompanied her and Lady Kathleen and Miss Lexie. It is said, that some of her family continues to visit this island. Miss Lexie also has family that visits to make sure that her beloved lighthouse continues to shine a light of welcome to the new big ships. So all is well on this island , but very different than in their days; the simple days.
I hope you enjoy your stay here. She turned around and said, "Make sure you put my picture in that book!"
The old pirate then walked away.
The couple called after her and said, "But wait! Whatever happened to Lady Bonita's butler?"
The pirate had disappeared out of sight. They had only their imaginations to answer so many other questions.
There are so many questions left unanswered that there could be a sequel to this story or more, however, Marlee wants to tell a story next. It is a doozy, so be prepared for a headache and a renewal of your library card. Ha Ha. She is a character! Love her to pieces.Thanks to all of you that provided your vacation photos. They told the story.
ReplyDeleteI do hope you have a sequel, I loved this story and also the mining story are my favorites. Thanks Lu for all you do. We love you
ReplyDeleteOh this story was great thank you . I love it!!!!!
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ReplyDeleteWhat a great story! I remember that parrot!
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