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"Miss Doyle," Mr. Grummage snapped. "Let me handle this." "Two shillings," the workman said quickly. "One," Mr. Grummage countered. 11 "Two," the workman repeated and held his hand out to Mr. Grummage, who gave him but one coin. Then the man turned and extended his hand to me. Hastily, I began to extract a coin from my reticule. "Miss Doyle!"
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Oct 30, 2009 · Internet Archive. Language. English. "An Avon Flare book." As the lone "young lady" on a transatlantic voyage in 1832, Charlotte learns that the captain is murderous and the crew rebellious.
- VOICE 1 (CHARLOTTE)
- VOICE 2 (VOICE)
- VOICE 3 (MR. GRUMMAGE)
- VOICE 4 (MR. KEETCH)
- VOICE 1 (CHARLOTTE)
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- VOICE 4 (MR. KEETCH)
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- VOICE 4 (MR. KEETCH)
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- VOICE 1 (CHARLOTTE)
- VOICE 11 (BARLOW)
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- VOICE 1 (CHARLOTTE)
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- VOICE 12 (ZACHARIAH)
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Not every thirteen-year-old girl is accused of murder, brought to trial, and found guilty. But I was just such a girl, and my story is worth relating even if it did happen years ago. I can recall the first time I stepped upon the deck of the Seahawk.
The Seahawk was a brig, a two-masted ship, seven hundred tons in weight. The one unique aspect of her was a carved figurehead of a pale white seahawk beneath the bowsprit. Its wings were thrust back against the bow; its head extended forward, beak wide open, red tongue protruding as if screaming rather like an angry, avenging angel.
Now Miss Doyle, since both Captain Jaggery and the first mate are ashore. May I present the second mate, Mr. Keetch.
Miss Doyle, forgive me but I’ve no choice but to stand in the captain’s place. And it’s my strong opinion, miss, that you should take another ship for your passage to America.
But Mr. Grummage, I’m sure my father would not want me to be traveling without a chaperone.
Miss Doyle, my orders were clear and allow for no other construction. I met you. I brought you here. I had you placed under the protection of this man, who fulfilled his obligation by signing a receipt for you. Therefore, Miss Doyle, nothing remains save to wish you a most pleasant journey to America.
Begging your pardon, Miss Doyle. There’s nothing to be done now, is there? I’d best show you your cabin.
The cabin was but six feet in length. Four feet wide. Four and a half feet high. Charlotte, though none too tall, could only stoop to see in.
Regular passengers pay a whole four pounds for this, miss.
Against the opposite wall, she could make out a narrow shelf. When she noticed something that looked like a pillow and a blanket, she realized it was meant to be a bed. Then, when Mr. Keetch held up the light she saw something crawl on it.
As for the rest of the furnishings, there were none save a small built-in chest in the bulkhead wall, the door of which dropped down and served as a desktop. There was nothing else.
Not so much as a single piece of polite ornamentation.
It was ugly, unnatural, and as Charlotte stooped there, impossible.
In a panic I turned toward Mr. Keetch, wanting to utter some new protest. Alas—he had gone—and had shut the door behind him as though to close the spring on a trap.
I'm Mr. Barlow, Miss. I've got your trunk. But it's too big, isn’t it?
Best put it in top cargo. Right bellow. You can always fetch things there, Miss.
Very good miss. But begging your pardon, Miss. It’s not my business or place to tell you, miss, some of the others here, Jack Tars like myself, have deputized me to say that you should not be on this ship. Not alone as you are. Not this ship. Not this voyage, miss.
You’re being here will lead to no good, miss. No good at all. You’d be better off far from the Seahawk.
Very good, miss. I’ve but done my duty, which is what I was deputized to do.
I shut my door, but by doing so I made the space completely dark, so I quickly moved to keep it ajar. Then suddenly I realized I must relieve myself. But where was I to go? I had not the slightest idea!
I was still crying, when yet another knock came upon my cabin door. I turned about to see an old black man.
Zachariah at your service, Miss Doyle. And wondering if you would not like a bit of tea. I have my own special store and I’m prepared to offer some.
That’s very kind of you. Could you bring it here?
If Miss Doyle desires tea—captain’s orders—she must come to the galley.
Zachariah, miss. Cook, surgeon, carpenter and preacher to man and ship. And all those things to you, too, miss, in that order if comes the doleful need. Now then, shall you have tea?
Zachariah led Charlotte down a flight of steps into what appeared a fairly large area. In the dimness she could make out piles of sails, as well as extra rigging, all chaotic and unspeakably filthy.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
At last I slept, only to have the ship’s dreams become my own.
The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle by Avi. Subject: Sea stories—Juvenile literature. Awards: Newbery Honor Book, Boston Globe–Horn Book Honor Book, Horn Book Fanfare, Sunshine State Young Reader’s Award. Book Lists: Gifted, Grade 6, Middle School, Reluctant Readers. Props: Jacket, dagger.
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Book Details. Blue Heron. Avi. Age Level: 9-12. Genre: Fiction. In this Newbery Medal-winning novel, Crispin is falsely accused of murder and must flee his medieval town to save his life.
Oct 27, 2015 · The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle (Scholastic Gold) Avi. Scholastic Inc., Oct 27, 2015 - Juvenile Fiction - 240 pages. Avi's treasured Newbery Honor Book now in expanded After...
