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themeletorWritten for the Jane Austen Youg Writers' Conference, yesterday.
Something of a blend between bookverse and movieverse Persuasion.
Yet another thing in my history of reconciling inaccuracies with myself.
Dear Mrs Croft --
I hope this letter finds you in conditions as hospitable as I myself enjoy -- I am certain it shall, upon recollection of our recent evening together. I cannot say how much it consoles me to know that you have lived this same trial for years and are none the worse for it, in character nor in health; as for myself (though I should not complain, for it is certainly little in comparison to what you have braved in the action of earlier years), there are days when I fear that, should the guncrews suffer one more practice, my head will shatter all at omce and that will be the uncharitable end of Mrs Frederick Wentworth. ~ Mrs Wentworth: girlish though I may be for it, still I must smile when I write the name, for in all of eight years I never thought it would be mine. I have come to appreciate being the wife of a sailor, odd existence that it is. Sitting in the blockade here, there is no real anxiety of action, and Captain Wentworth and I have settled into a peaceable understanding. There is grown a comfortable distance between us, in which he will not impose upon me the various events of a captain's day, and I, in turn, will not ask the origin of his newest scrape, except to be sure he himself has taken note of it and, should it be necessary, addressed the surgeon. You will be contented to hear that Captain Wentworth has agreed that no mast will fall on me (nor, indeed, no jack-tar!) should I take a turn about the quarterdeck every so often, and has conceded to me the pleasure of a daily stroll when weather permits. Today's weather being what it was, I have not ventured from the cabins, and much better, for it affords me the chance to write you. I hope you and Admiral Croft are well, and that he is enjoying rather than despairing the relative calm. Here, the calm is subject to the captain's wishes for a ready broadside, and at this moment his wishes are so clear as to out-roar the gathering storm. Therefore I take leave of this letter and of you, always yours in friend and family,
Mrs. Anne Wentworth
[ETA] just put this in plain old f-lock, for reasons.
[ETA2] public post!
Something of a blend between bookverse and movieverse Persuasion.
Yet another thing in my history of reconciling inaccuracies with myself.
Dear Mrs Croft --
I hope this letter finds you in conditions as hospitable as I myself enjoy -- I am certain it shall, upon recollection of our recent evening together. I cannot say how much it consoles me to know that you have lived this same trial for years and are none the worse for it, in character nor in health; as for myself (though I should not complain, for it is certainly little in comparison to what you have braved in the action of earlier years), there are days when I fear that, should the guncrews suffer one more practice, my head will shatter all at omce and that will be the uncharitable end of Mrs Frederick Wentworth. ~ Mrs Wentworth: girlish though I may be for it, still I must smile when I write the name, for in all of eight years I never thought it would be mine. I have come to appreciate being the wife of a sailor, odd existence that it is. Sitting in the blockade here, there is no real anxiety of action, and Captain Wentworth and I have settled into a peaceable understanding. There is grown a comfortable distance between us, in which he will not impose upon me the various events of a captain's day, and I, in turn, will not ask the origin of his newest scrape, except to be sure he himself has taken note of it and, should it be necessary, addressed the surgeon. You will be contented to hear that Captain Wentworth has agreed that no mast will fall on me (nor, indeed, no jack-tar!) should I take a turn about the quarterdeck every so often, and has conceded to me the pleasure of a daily stroll when weather permits. Today's weather being what it was, I have not ventured from the cabins, and much better, for it affords me the chance to write you. I hope you and Admiral Croft are well, and that he is enjoying rather than despairing the relative calm. Here, the calm is subject to the captain's wishes for a ready broadside, and at this moment his wishes are so clear as to out-roar the gathering storm. Therefore I take leave of this letter and of you, always yours in friend and family,
Mrs. Anne Wentworth
[ETA] just put this in plain old f-lock, for reasons.
[ETA2] public post!
