Patience Galore
Brought up by working parents who placed a surprising value in education (for the time), I grew up surrounded by education and free will. Shy and retiring, I sought companionship in the books my parents had supplied for me. At an early age, I decided I would be as independent as society would allow. My parents, supportive and understanding to the end, sent me off with some comfort money until I could find my own footing. Footing came finally in the form of governess for a very well-to-do family. The patriarch, however, was cold and controlling. A widower, with children almost old enough to start their own lives, thought that life was playing out like Jane Eyre and I would eventually become his second wife. The world was what he made of it and people would fall into place and do as they’re told. The only reason I stayed as long as I did was that the children were older and that the family would be making their way to the New World and would be taking a couple of the help, including the governess. During the rough voyage, what apparently was luck struck, in the form of a lightning bolt as we were nearing our final destination.
At the time, it didn’t feel like luck. During a particularly violent storm, the “patriach” had decided to make his move. He announced that I could marry him and maintain his estate or pay for my voyage to the New World. While I was paid a fair sum, the amount for the charter was far greater than I could pay. Additionally, if I could not pay upon arrival, I would be charged with “theft” and left for the authorities. Feeling suddenly claustrophobic and desperately needing air, I had escaped to the deck. The ship was being rocked so much by the violent storm, I was tossed overboard, and shortly thereafter, the ship’s main mast was struck by lightning and started to break apart. Thankfully, as the ship was coming apart, some floating wood came towards me. I clung to it and rode out the storm, getting tossed amongst the waves.
While fearing the worst, I was found and welcomed by then First Mate Sachiko of The Rising. After partially explaining my situation (leaving out the dubious threat of my employer – not knowing his fate), I was given safe passage to a place called Eilean er Coayl Grayse in exchange for services rendered. I did whatever was asked, happy to finally experience the freedom I had been searching for so long. Once at the “Isle of Lost Grace” (oddly fitting) I was introduced to Mistress Devyne and Jaded and, seeing I could be of some use, was eventually introduced to the Madam. A very kind, understanding person, I took an instant liking to her and knew I had finally found a place to call home. My education would finally come in handy, too, as I could keep track of the comings and goings of the House. As near as I can figure, my position is Scribe, just as the ships sailing in and out of the Harbour have Scribes.
My name, I’m not ready to divulge. I will leave you with my pen name…Patience Galore.
