Come visitBloody Jack! (A Quest)
"My name is Jacky Faber and in London I was born, but no, I wasn't born with that name. Well, the Faber part, yes, the Jacky part, no, but they call me Jacky now and it's fine with me. They also call me Jack-o and Jock and the Jackeroe, too, and aye, it's true I've been called Bloody Jack a few times, but that wasn't all my fault. Mostly though, they just call me Jacky.
"The men are putting the cutlasses back in the rack. They look at me walking up, the pistol still in my hand and the blood on me face and arms and hands and on me clothes gettin' all stiff and turnin' brown, and I sees them as if all twinkly and jerky and slow. Real slow. Bloody Jack
, I hears someone mutter."
-From Bloody Jack, Being an Account of the Curious Adventures of Mary "Jacky" Faber, Ship's Boy
by LA Meyer
"Amy is looking at me with a small smile on her face. 'The redoubtable Jacky Faber, scared at last.'"
"'You miserable piece of...' I growls, and then launches into a string of sailor's curses that cause the stable hands to wince and cover the ears of the younger onlookers."
"I take a breath and let out a long sigh. 'Farewell, nose, friend of my idle hours. Farewell, too, my belly. Maybe as Miss Ab Domen you will not trouble me so much with your wants.'"
"And then, as I quiet down and subside, she says, 'Never ever again think that you are less than any lady.'
"The day before we left her, I climbed up to the foretop and and carved our initials there - JF JF - I wonder what future generations of ship's boys will make of that?"
"Lord Randall he was tall and slim,
And he had a leg for every limb.
But now he's got no legs at all,
For he ran a race with a cannonball!
With me rue dum dah,
Faddle diddle dah whack!
For the riddle with me rue dum dah!
"She asks me how I could get through something like that and I says, you just do, that's all.
-From Curse of the Blue Tattoo, Being an Account of the Misadventures of Jacky Faber, Midshipman and Fine Lady
"Don't worry, Jaimy, I was a good girl, mostly..."
"Oh, Lord. Time for the knees. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
"You would be surprised over a lot of things about me, Grandfather. One of which is that I seek the face of God in the sky and in the waves of the ocean, not in some book or on my knees is some dusty church.
"So, now, Tonda-lay-o, once a castaway and Queen of the Jungle, lies in her own silk bed aboard her own dear ship and is now Tonda-lay-o, Queen of the Ocean Sea!"
"'Now, now, Miss Faber. Let's just see where you would have us now.' He affects a look of amazement. "Why, my word! You would have placed us right here in the middle of Paris, itself! Why, our bow is cleaving the very cobblestones of le Boulevard de la Madeleine right now! See how hey part and fall to the side?'"
"I know all the reasons why we are here and why we fight, but I still do not know why little boys have to stand up in front of cannons. I do not understand it and I do not have to like it.
"You and Jaaaaaymmmmeeee in the haaaaaammock!
"Oo-ow, don't ye worry yerself, 'Iggins, luv," I crows. "An old Cheapside scrapper loike Jacky Faber ain't likely t'get 'er arse in no trouble that she can't get it out of."
"Never let it be said of Jacky Faber that she wouldn't stand her mates to a treat when she had some jingle in her pocket.
-From Under the Jolly Roger, Being an Account of the Further Nautical Adventures of Jacky Faber
"As to spare Amy's Puritan sense of propriety and so as not to give Randall even more reason to try to jump me, I left out the naughty bits. Most of them, anyway."
"WARNING! This Female is Known to be Extremely Clever and Duplicitous in Bending Unsuspecting Males to her Will. "
"I can hear Lady Gay, in her fiddle case up under my bed, calling out to me: Jackeee...Jackeee...Let us away to the merry dance...There are taverns down below where we haven't yet played, where we haven't sung, where you haven't danced. Come take me up Jacky, pick up your bow and let us fly...Jackeeeeeee...
"The Black Cloud has rolled in to shroud my mind, I just sit there, rocking back and forth, and keen."
"You miserable piece of-'" But that's as far as I got. A strong, gray-clad arm came around my waist and carried me kicking and squalling from the room. 'Higgins, put me down! I-I'm gonna kill her! I'm gonna-'
'What you're going to do, Miss, is wash your hair. I believe you would both benefit by it.'"
"I, Jacky Faber, swear on my very life that I will never betray you, my sisters, and I will bend every fiber of my being to gaining our release from this prison, even if I myself do not live to see it."
"What are millers?" asks Annie behind me.
-From In the Belly of the Bloodhound, Being an Account of a Particularly Peculiar Adventure in the Life of Jacky Faber.
"Ladies don't sweat, Higgins?'
'Not so it can be noticed, they don't.'"
"'It's a town, a real town! Look! Factories! Smoke! Dirt! Stink! I love it! Hooray!' I am a city girl at heart."
"Dance on, Jacky. Dance on.
"'Ducks,' says Katy Deere. 'Ducks is what we're havin' for dinner.'"
-From Mississippi Jack, Being an Account of the Further Waterborne Adventures of Jacky Faber, Midshipman, Fine Lady, and Lily of the West
She brought herself unto the dock
All dressed in men's array,
And stepped on board a man-of-war
To convey herself away,
Oh to convey herself away.
Before you come on board, Sir,
Your name I'd like to know.
She smiles in all her countenance,
They call me Jack-a-roe.
Your waist is light and slender,
Your fingers are neat and small,
Your cheeks too red and rosy,
To face the cannonball.
Oh, to face the cannonball.
I know my waist is slender
My fingers neat and small,
But it would not make me tremble
To see ten thousand fall.
Oh, to see ten thousand fall!
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