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PROLOGUE

My life story is an inspiring account, filled with excitement, boredom, daring deeds, fine vessels and very large quantities of chocolate. Read on, and you, like many others, can be motivated by my story.

A smiley going through several mood changes

CHAPTER ONE: MY EARLY LIFE

I was born in a tiny fishing village on an isolated Island, where I was raised by my mother, Elva Smith. Mother was a fisherwoman, as were many of the women and some of the men, in the village. She named me Jenny, after her mother, and gave me the last name of my father, Jim Bonney. He was not a fisherman, he was in fact a pirate who sailed the seven seas.

As I grew up, the salty sea water flowing rapidly through my veins urged me again and again to leave the village and roam freely. Alas, I could find no vessel larger than my uncles dingy, which had an enormous hole in the stern, so I was forced to bide my time, catching fish and eating chocolate.

One of my favourite ways to pass the hours was sitting on the rocks at Fruitiosalada Point watching the waves rolling endlessly and chewing on a bar of creamy Cadbury chocolate. I rarely attended school, prefering to spend my time at Fruitiosalada Point. My mother constantly scolded me for failing to attend, and we often rowed over this topic. She had always wanted me to finish school, go to University and become a nuclear physicist. She had dreamed of doing that herself as a girl, but had bowed to the restraining expectations of the villagers. I was not keen on the idea myself, and so frequently skipped school to watch the swelling surf and dream about the day when I would escape, not to become a nuclear physicist, but to sail the seven seas like my father.

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CHAPTER TWO: HOTIPOTATA

Late one afternoon, when I was 14 years old, I was sitting at Fruitiosalada Point watching the raging sea before one of the Island's many storms. I was in awe of the power and majesty of the ocean, with which I felt a kind of cosmic connection, a calling that I couldn't ignore. I was deep in a trance when I spied, far out on the horizon, a ship. My heart filling with unimaginable glee, I climbed to my feet with my hair blowing gently in the wind, so as to create a far more uplifting image for any onlookers. I watched the ship approaching the small harbour. As it neared, I ran with many other curious villagers to see the vessel in.

"Land Ahoy!" shouted the short sighted lookout, who had only just spotted out tiny home.

The ship was now close enough to see the crew scrambling around, readying themselves to drop the anchor and come ashore. The ship docked, and the crew climbed ashore.

"Get out of our way, little girl!" said a sailor gruffly as I tried to clamber up the gang plank.

A man dressed in finer clothes than the others appeared at the top of the plank, and the crew immediately fell into a line. The man walked regally down the gang plank as the mayor of the village stepped forward to speak to the leader of the newcomers. The man reached the mayor, and the two spoke quietly to each other. After a moment or two, the mayor turned to the gathered villagers.

"This is Captain Feathersome. He and the crew of his ship, The Hotipotata, are stopping here for a week to repair the damage that last nights storm did to their sail. They would welcome any help that could be offered, and are looking for a new cabin boy as the last one fell overboard last night."

My heart almost jumped out of my chest in hapiness and surprise. This was my chance to get out of this place! "Me!" I called, "Me! I'll be a cabin boy."

Captain Feathersome approached me. "You?" He said, looking down his nose disdainfully, "You are a girl."

He turned and walked in the opposite direction. It was at that precise moment that several things happened all at once. First and foremost, I swore that I would board that ship and sail away from the Island. Second and nearly as foremost, I made up my mind that I would hate Captain Feathersome until my dying day. And thirdly, I realised I needed to cut my hair.

A ship, a compass, a cloud and the sun

CHAPTER THREE: DECISION

Mother and I walked home in silence. We could each tell what the other was thinking. When we reached home, we prepared a meal, and sat on the front veranda, watching the ocean. It was mother who spoke first.

"I know how badly you want to go, Jenny." she said quietly.

"More then anything in the world." I replied, "More even than chocolate."

She nodded. Neither of us said a word for a moment. Then mother spoke again. "Come on. You'd better figure out how you're going to get on that ship."

I was overjoyed! I hugged mother tightly. "Thanks Mum." I said.

We decided that I was to cut my hair the day before they left, and confront them pretending to be a boy to become the cabin boy. If they refused, or had already selected a boy from among the villagers, then I would stow away.

As it happened, they picked a boy the next day, a fine, strapping lad of 16 that I was very friendly with, named Larry. Larry and I had often confided in each other our desires to leave the Island. His father, too, was a sailor, although not a pirate, who died at sea when Larry was only a boy. I was glad that they had selected Larry, as having him there would make it easier for me to stow away. I appraoched him the next afternoon, and told him of my plans. He grinned.

"That's just like you, Jenny. I half suspected something like that. Of course I'll help you." he said enthusiastically.

A week passed quickely. Larry had hidden my small bag of luggage in the cargo hold, and I was to sneak aboard the ship that night. It was an emotional farewell between my mother and I.

"Goodbye Mum." I said, holding her tightly as dusk settled over the Island like a dark blanket.

"Good bye, my girl, goodbye." she whispered tearily, ruffling my now cropped hair. Warm tears dribbled steadily down my face.

"I knew this day would have to come." she said, "But I'm still not prepared!" She cried, giving me one last embrace, as Larry tapped my shoulder.

"We have to go now, before the crew leave the mess room." he said. "I'll be at the dock to see you off in the morning, even if you can't see me, I'll be there." mother said, drying her eyes.

"Bye..." I whispered as I ran after Larry down the path.

Larry and I snuck aboard, ducking into the shadows whenever we heard a noise. We made it down into the cargo hold, where I was to spend the night. Larry left afetr giving me instructions, and I curled up in the dark corner with a rug, and slept my first night upon the Hotipotata.

Things to help you when you get lost

CHAPTER FOUR: DEPARTURE

I slept the night through, waking when the first rays of dawn tickled my face through the small window. I sat up, and listened. Overhead were the shouts and cires of a ship preparing to set sail. I looked out the window and saw the whole village assembled to bid the ship goodbye. My mother was standing on the beach, at the front of the crowd. After a few minutes of chaos, the boat fianlly began to move. I gazed out the window at the shrinking beach, and saw mother, waving slowly and sadly. I didn't know it as the Island faded into the distance, but that was the last time I would ever see her.

For a week, I hid in the cargo hold, hiding when someone came, and eating from the supplies. It was on a bright, sunny morn that I was discovered. I had slept late, and not been able to awaked before anyone entered the cargo hold. I was found half awake by Frank, the bo'sun.

I was taken to Captain Feathersome, who was furious to be disturbed before breakfast and even more furious that they had a stow away. He paced up and down his cabin, yelling at all wthin sight, and occasionally glaring at me. Eventually, he decided that it was too far to sail back and that I had to stay. For the time being, anyway.

"So." he said finally, "If you're going to stay, you'd better be of good use. Help Larry with his chores and we'll see what we'll do with you at the next port. And so began my sailing career.

Picture of a boat in water; numbers refer to those who survived the Titanic disaster, and those that perished in the water

CHAPTER FIVE: ATTACK

Weeks of sea-faring passed. I was learning rapidly about the art of sailing and was relishing the feel of the salty sea spray on my face. Over the weeks I came to know a lot about Captain Feathersome. He was grumpy, irritable, pessimistic, ill-tempered and many other bad words. I was often on his bad side, but by the time we reached another port, he had gotten two used to having two cabin ‘boys’ that he didn’t send me home. I was aboard the Hotipotata for about a year before the attack.

It was a bright, sunny, summers day and I was scrubbing the deck when I heard a cry from the crow’s nest overhead. You don’t get to hear the rest of the story yet. Maybe later, but I assure you that it is as brilliant as what you have already read.

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ADVANCED GLOBAL PERSONALITY TEST

Extraversion |||||||||||||||| 70% Stability |||||||||||| 50%

Orderliness |||||||||| 36% Accommodation |||||||||||| 50%

Interdependence |||||||||| 36% Intellectual |||||||||||| 43%

Mystical |||||||||||| 50% Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 90%

Religious |||||||||||||||||||| 90% Hedonism || 10%

Materialism |||||||||||| 50% Narcissism |||||||||||| 43%

Adventurousness |||||||||||||| 56% Work ethic |||||||||||||||| 70%

Self absorbed |||||||||||||||| 63% Conflict seeking |||||||||||| 43%

Need to dominate |||||||||||||||||| 76% Avoidant |||||||||||||| 56%

Romantic |||||||||||||||||| 76% Wealth |||||| 30%

Anti-authority |||||||||||||||||||| 83% Female cliche |||||||||||||| 56%

Dependency |||||||||||| 50% Change averse |||||| 23%

Cautiousness |||||||||||| 43% Individuality |||||||||||||||||||| 90%

Sexuality |||||||||| 36% Peter pan complex |||||||||||||||||| 76%

Physical security |||||||||||||| 56% Physical fitness |||||| 30%

Histrionic |||||||||||||||||| 76% Paranoia |||||||||||||||| 63%

Vanity |||||||||||| 43% Hypersensitivity |||||||||||||||||| 76%

Stability results were medium which suggests you are moderately relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.

Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.

Extraversion results were high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.

TRAIT SNAPSHOT: messy, outgoing, open, self revealing, ambivalent about chaos, unpredictable, not good at saving money, social, likes large parties, likes to stand out, risk taker, quick to make friends, does not like to be alone, rash, fame seeking, sarcastic, craves attention, social chameleon, low self control, food lover, not rule conscious, weird, assertive, not a perfectionist, anti-authority, thrill seeker, vain, likes to fit in, reckless, emotionally sensitive, leisurely, trusting

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