Come Looking for Me. Cheryl Cooper

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      While Gus regarded him anxiously, Leander tried to hide his amusement with one freckled hand.

      “As your doctor, I would strongly recommend fresh air and exercise; still, I must seek permission from the captain.”

      Emily was disheartened. “I recall being allowed to wander freely on the weather decks of ships when I was a child – ” She caught herself, and for a moment stared at Leander, praying he had taken no notice of her incautious words. Seeing him raise an inquisitive eyebrow, she looked away and said no more on the subject.

      At length, he replied, “I am sure much has changed since then.”

      Gus’s eyes shone. “I will go see the captain straightaway.” He dashed off before Leander could stop him.

      “Doctor,” said Emily, hoping to steer the conversation in a new direction, “might it be possible for someone, other than Mrs. Kettle, to lend me some clothes?”

      Leander smiled broadly as he took off his spectacles. “I believe Mr. Austen has asked Magpie to sew something together for you.”

      “Magpie?”

      “Our sail maker. He’s brilliant with a needle and thread.”

      “You are all very kind.”

      “I would advise you against taking exercise in my nightshirt.”

      Emily smoothed the muslin shirt she wore. “I thought this might belong to you.”

      Unable to hold her gaze, Leander examined the ceiling boards above his head.

      “I could see you writing a letter at your desk,” said Emily.

      “Could you?”

      “Were you writing to someone back home?”

      “I was, as a matter of fact.”

      Emily tried to urge him onward with her eyes, but she did not meet with success.

      “Is there someone to whom you would like to send a letter?” he asked. “I could arrange for you to be given parchment and ink.”

      Emily shook her head. “No.”

      “Right, then, I’d better return to it while we await the captain’s word.” He left her abruptly.

      No sooner had Leander reinstated himself at his desk than Gus, breathless from his errand, rushed into the hospital shouting, “Dr. Braden, sir!”

      “Mr. Walby,” Leander scolded, “please remember my patients here require peace and quiet.”

      Mr. Harding piped up. “You kidding? We haven’t had a moment’s peace since that woman moved into your hammock.”

      “You’re not complaining now, are you, Mr. Harding?” asked Leander. From his pillow the sailing master gave him a wink and a cluck. Leander turned back to Gus.

      “Captain Moreland said it was fine, sir.”

      “Did he now?”

      “On one condition,” Gus added.

      “And that condition is … ?”

      “He said that if one man falls from the rigging and breaks his neck, Emily’s to be sent packing below deck for all time.”

      In her corner, Emily laughed out loud.

      9:30 a.m.

      (Forenoon Watch, Three Bells)

      GUS'S NEXT ERRAND was a visit to the sail room on the orlop deck to see whether Magpie had completed his task. He found the young sail maker sitting cross-legged on the floor amongst his tools and yards of canvas. His tiny room, crammed with rolls of fresh sails, was poorly ventilated and illuminated with only one lantern. It amazed Gus that Magpie could do such wonderful work in such small quarters.

      Magpie set aside the sail he was stitching and looked up hopefully. “Have ya come fer the clothes, sir?”

      “Captain Moreland said she could go for a walk on the weather decks, but not in Dr. Braden’s nightshirt.”

      “I bin waitin’ fer someone to come fetch ’em. I had ’em all done yesterday, sir.” Magpie sprang to his feet and carefully picked up the neatly folded bundle on his stool. “Did the cap’n say I could meet her, sir?”

      “I didn’t ask him, but I don’t see why not.”

      “Should I wash up first, sir?”

      “You’re quite presentable as you are.”

      Magpie plucked his flute from the jumble of blankets on his bed and held it up. “Do ya suppose I could play her a tune? She might like knowin’ I ’ave a bit o’ refinement.”

      Gus shook his head. “Music is forbidden in Dr. Braden’s hospital. Come along then.”

      Tingling with excitement, Magpie followed Gus up two decks, through the animals’ stable, the grog room, the sailors’ galley, and the mess before reaching the hospital ward. As there were still some sections of the Isabelle he had never seen before, his eyes were open to everything around him. When Gus and Magpie entered the hospital, Mr. Harding called out, “Magpie, I hope illness is not forcing you to join us.”

      “No, sir. I’m quite well. I do hope yer foot’s feelin’ better.”

      Mr. Harding breathed in and exhaled sadly. “As my foot is swimming in the sea, I’m certain it is feeling better than it ever has before, unless, of course, it’s been chewed upon by a hungry shark.”

      “Won’t be no shark chewin’ on yer foot,” called out the sailor in the neighbouring hammock, “so long as it spotted Mr. Crump’s tasty leg first.”

      Mr. Crump grumbled his displeasure at the lot of them making jokes at the expense of his lost leg, shut his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

      Leander folded up his letter and rose from his desk to greet the little sail maker. “She’s just beyond that curtain, Magpie.”

      In the dimness of the hospital, Magpie’s eyes sparkled as he followed Gus.

      Emily was sitting up in her cot. The moment she saw Magpie, surprise transformed her features.

      “Mornin’, ma’am,” he said, thrusting out his small right hand. “They call me Magpie on account o’ me black hair, and ’cause I talk all the time and get into trouble a lot.”

      “What is your real name?” Emily asked, taking his hand in hers. There was a half-moon of grime under each of his fingernails.

      “Haven’t a clue, ma’am. I never had no family to give me a proper name. Only name I ever bin called is Magpie.”

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