Saturday, September 7, 2019

Hello, my chuckaboos! Welcome back to the #steampunk riverboat, The Delta Pearl.
I was pressed for time this week, so let’s get right to it.
This week’s random reader things
G. P. Cox gave us a thing that was a name, Sir Reginald La Felin. That actually continues last week’s thing from D. L. (Denise) Finn a Black Cat. Mary J. McCoy-Dressel added Smokestacks to the setting. Then Deborah M. Zajac gave us Jelly Babies — yes they were around in the Victorian Era! Doctor Who would be envious.
Thanks to Dan Antion and for letting me use some of his photos.
If you need to review, click the link for Chapter 5 –Read. The introduction includes a recap of the passengers.
This chapter is longer than the past few have been. Consider yourselves warned. Without further ado… All aboard!
The Delta Pearl
Chapter 6 — Listen

Sun glinted off the spotless leaded glass panels. That’s where the Captain was — up there inside the transparent enclosure of the pilothouse. He prepared to take the Delta Pearl out of port.
Onyx, the clockwork owl alighted on an open window. He hesitated briefly when the Cook approached the pilothouse. She carried a silver soup tureen. Onyx seemed to find that more interesting than the pilothouse. He fluttered over to the Cook’s shoulder.
Agate used her elbow to knock on the glass.
“He’s an adorable little metal thing, but he’s always putting his little brass beak into everyone’s business,” I muttered.
I didn’t realize Hyacinth Harvey was beside me. Fortunately, she wasn’t listening. It wouldn’t do to call a passenger’s attention to our clockwork creatures.
However, her attention was fixed on her new husband. Harrison Harvey followed Randal Needleman. The wealthy, middle-aged man had caught up with Victor T. Elam. They were engaged in an animated conversation.
Although the young inventor seemed willing enough to talk with the entrepreneur, Mr. Harvey seemed out of his element with either man. Mrs. Harvey made a displeased noise when she noted her husband’s lack of success in engaging Needleman.

“Did you see that black cat over there?” Hyacinth asked. “I hope it doesn’t bring us bad luck.”
“What?” I began. “Oh, Sir Reginald La Felin!”
“Pardon? Is there a lord onboard?” Mrs. Harvey asked eagerly.
She adjusted her feather-topped chapeau and twisted the blond ringlets that rested on one shoulder. She looked around expectantly.
“No, I’m sorry. I meant the cat you asked about. That’s what I call him, Sir Reginald La Felin. It’s Reggie for short. He belongs to the Dealer. I promise you there is a sufficient amount of white on the cat. There’s no need to worry,” I added in a playful tone.
I excused myself and headed toward the pilot house. I had been concerned when the Captain sent word for mt to take his usual task of greeting the passengers, so I wanted to check on him. However, after meeting our guests, I also wanted to ask for his thoughts about them.
As I climbed the stairs, I understood why the Captain delegated the first face greeting to me. From that higher vantagepoint, I could see that the port was more crowded than I realized.
Our riverboat was docked in a tight spot. The smokestacks of large steamships were on both sides of us. He wouldn’t have wanted to trust anyone else with the tricky job of navigating the Delta Pearl out of such close confines.
From the pilothouse, engine orders were sent to the engineers stationed on the main deck below. Captain Perlog could speak commands into a tube designed for the purpose, or transmit them via a series ringing bells.

I was on the stairs, just below the pilothouse when I heard voices. Of course, I stopped to listen. That’s only human nature. Then when I heard my name, I certainly wasn’t moving.
“Is that Cook’s cock-a-leekie soup I smell?” the Captain asked, startling me with his booming voice.
I was just barely out of their view. The Captain was easy enough to hear. If I concentrated, I could understand most of what everyone else said.
I recognized the cadence of Jaspe’s Creole accent along with the Captain. I didn’t hear anyone besides those three most senior crew members in the room.
“Bitch the pot, if you please, Jaspe,” the Captain continued. “I could do with another cup of tea. How about you? And you Aggie?”
“Cecil! Mind your language. You know how I feel about slang,” Agate chided. “No, thank you. I can’t sit long. There’s too much work to be done in the kitchen.”
The table where the tea would be set up was across the little room. The Cook arranged it that way because she said he drank too much, causing him to sleep poorly. I heard his chair move as he stood, probably to take the tea the Dealer handed to him.

“She’s almost sweet sixteen, but you can’t be giving her that horrid thing as a birthday gift! She’s a young woman now Cecil. Can you destine her to spend her life on this boat?”
I gulped at the emotion in the Cook’s voice. I had stumbled upon a serious conversation, and I was the subject. What “horrid thing” could she mean? Plus, what was all that about my destiny?
“Why not? It already bears her name,” the Captain replied in a cajoling voice. “Aggie, darling, I would like to make her my heir… but not my prisoner. I don’t mean to take away her life. The girl has such potential. I can’t help believing this is the best place for her.”
The Captain’s voice was edged with concern and something even more unexpected ― uncertainty. That frightened me, because he was always sure of himself.
“Destiny,” the Dealer said abruptly. “If the Delta Pearl had not found her, the girl’s destiny would have been death before she was even ten years old. There is no destiny. We make our own.”

Jaspe’s intensity was a bigger surprise than the Captain’s uncertainty. I held my breath as their conversation continued.
“Pshaw! That’s two men for you. Not a single romantic thought in your heads,” Agate complained and I could imagine her waving that soup ladle as she spoke.
“Transferring the stone does not change anything,” the Captain went on in the face of Agate’s ongoing sounds of protest. “At least not for a while. It takes decades for the stone to attune. And it would still be connected to me. Nothing need change, so there’s no reason for you to fret.”
Then all three of them began to speak at once. I couldn’t make out anything else they said in all the hubbub.
Sometimes it seemed like I had always been part of the Delta Pearl’s crew. I was grateful to have a relaxed but respectful relationship with the Captain. Despite his firm hand with the crew, he seemed like a doting uncle to me.
I couldn’t have thought more of the Captain, the Dealer, or the Cook if they were my own blood. Truth be told, I would have thought considerably less of them if they were my blood-kin. Jaspe had been right when he said I would have been dead before I was ten years old, if not for the Delta Pearl.
The people on the riverboat were the only family I cared to have. I had escaped my old life and I would never turn back.
They wouldn’t explain their conversation if I asked. However, I knew I couldn’t keep crouching where I was. I went on up the stairs.
When the Captain saw me come into view, he abruptly cleared his throat. He touched the all-seeing eye pin that held his puff tie in place. That was a habit that meant his thoughts were elsewhere. In this case he was undoubtedly hiding the fact that I had been the subject of their conversation.

It was an intriguing pin. I remembered that it had belonged to his grandfather. An oval white “blister” pearl made the eye, and a large round emerald was the iris. A small black diamond made the pupil. The piece was rimmed by black enamel, giving the illusion of eyelashes.
He started praising the soup Agate had brought him. The Dealer left politely, as if he had already been headed out of the room.
“Well done, Onyx,” the Captain told the clockwork owl. “Well done, my boy. You’re nothing if not determined. I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Thank you kindly, Aggie. This is my favorite of all your Scottish dishes.”
Agate gave an uncomfortable glance at me. However, she caught the Captain’s meaning, and acted as if their conversation had not been about me, only seconds before.
“You needn’t have sent Onyx to me, Captain,” Agate dissembled. “I was already preparing you this small serving of cock-a-leekie soup,” the Cook told him, meaning the heavy silver crock that took both of her hands to hold. “Ha! The little devil did peck anybody what tried to lift the cover on the tureen. Protecting it for his Captain, he was. This should tide ye over ‘til dinner.”
Captain Cecil Perlog had an appetite to matched his huge frame. He was a remarkably large man, both tall and broad. He dwarfed the pilothouse.
I shook my head, bemused. The structure seemed crowded with just the Captain. Add Agate and me, and it felt uncomfortably close. I stood in the doorway rather than go inside, but he motioned for me to enter.
“Emmie, darling, when Coral went ashore, she brought back some Unclaimed Babies for us. Come down to the kitchen when you get a chance. I know what a treat they are for you,” Agate told me with a wink.
The captain had made a chocking noise at the prospect of unclaimed infants being brought aboard.
“Oh, you mean Jelly Babies? I’d love some. I forget that they are called that. Jelly Babies sounds like a much nicer name for something to eat,” I added for the Captain’s sake.

Captain Perlog recovered himself and wanted to know how the greeting went. I didn’t have to bring up any of my concerns or questions about the passengers. He asked me what I thought of each one. He nodded as I spoke, and muttered sounds of agreement.
I moved to leave the pilothouse. However, the Captain called me back before I got away from the door.
“Tell the Dealer to keep an eye on those two,” he instructed me.
“Who,” my mouth formed the word, but before I could ask the question the Captain spoke.
“Jaspe will know who I mean,” he supplied.
Cryptic as ever, I thought.
It irritated me when Cecil Perlog deliberately kept information from me. It thoroughly annoyed me when I thought the Captain did so just to make me use my “critical thinking skills” as he was fond of saying.
Why the Captain would keep such a thing from me was beyond my reckoning. It also left me feeling utterly frustrated.

The big red paddlewheel started to turn, at first slowly then progressively faster as the riverboat got underway. I loved to watch the water churn through the wheel, so I headed toward the railing for a better view.
I heard an odd wooden clatter and the moan of machinery. Irritated and distracted, I failed to see a wet area on the decking. Worse, it was not just water, it was much more slippery.
Just as the Delta Pearl jolted from an unplanned pause, I slipped on the oil. Between the bounce from the riverboat and my skating feet, I had enough momentum that the railing did not stop me.
I went over the rail. Worse, I knew I wouldn’t land in the river. A hard deck two stories below awaited.
The sensation of falling engulfed me.

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End Chapter 6
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Thanks for the link. Beautiful images.
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Loved the nostalgic older pics, esp the Eavesdropping & Madame Bovary pics 😊
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Welcome aboard the Delta Pearl, Adan. Thanks for visiting. Hugs on the wing!
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Thanks so much, Teagan! 😊
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Wow…never saw anything like that coming! So that changes from a cliff hanger to a deck hanger?? 🙂
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LOL. And you know I couldn’t make it as simple as a potential dunk in the river. Hugs on the wing!
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Catching up, Teagan! I love gummy bears (especially the red and white ones), but I hadn’t heard of jelly babies. Now I’m curious about which two the captain is talking about.
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Haha — maybe it could be *any* two, so he didn’t have to explain. This is a re-write of an unfinished novel form a few years ago. To be honest, I don’t remember which two! LOL.
Thanks for catching up, my chuckaboo. I know you have a lot of work to do preparing for Bad Moon Rising. Hugs!
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I love when a story starts or has some eavesdropping incorporated. A lot of good mystery here, Teagan, well done.
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Thanks for that specific feedback, Valentina. I’m relieved that came across okay. Eavesdropping can be a useful device in storytelling, but it’s also easy for it to seem too contrived.
Thanks for visiting this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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It’s always a pleasure. I like intrigues…..
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A purrfect name from G.P for the cat! Black cats still have a hard time getting adopted. It is amazing, and disheartening, how that superstition has held on for so long.
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Hi Lavinia. After GP commented with a picture of a kitty with a monocle and a top hat — giving him that name, I couldn’t resist adding it to the story. Heartfelt thanks for reading, my chuckaboo!
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Here I am finally catching up and find you used Jelly Babies! Oh, how awful for Emmie! I hope someone below is strong and just happens to be there to catch her!
On to installment 7!
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I found the mushroom version of the “thing” after I had already researched and written for the candy. Either way, it was an intriguing thing. Thanks for leaving it — and heartfelt thanks for catching up, my chuckaboo!
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My pleasure! I am enjoying the story.
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Are we destined? Predestined? Oh my… No destiny… Only the Delta Pearl…. Oh argh! 😀
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I think the Dealer is right — that we make our own. Thanks for catching up, Kev. Hugs.
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I hope so. 😀
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Nice set up for some mystery, Teagan. The all-seeing eye pin, Emmie as heir, the two passengers needing to be kept under Jaspe’s watchful eye. And that fall – what a cliff-hanger. Excellent episode. I’m looking forward to the next installment. 😀
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Thanks so very much, Dyanna. I’m glad you picked up on the all-seeing eye pin. It’s wonderful to have you on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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I’m loving the story!
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At last, I got to read this instalment in peace, lol. Wow, mysterious objects attuned and ready to be passed on? The cat, the need to keep an eye on a certain two people. I have my suspicions but will keep them to myself. On no, can’t wait until next instalment to see where she goes. Fantastic, Teagan, I’m loving this serial. xxx
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Thanks so much, Adele. Comments like yours keep me going on difficult days. Have a wonderful rest of the week, my chuckaboo!
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So sorry for late reply, we had a family bereavement. Hope you are doing good. xxx
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Oh no. I’m so sorry to hear that, Adele. Great big hug.
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Lots of intrigue here Teagan – mysterious gems, mysterious passengers and a good old Teagan cliffhanger 🙂
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Tee-hee! I’m so glad you liked that cliffhanger, my chuckaboo! Heartfelt thanks for catching up.
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I like your shout outs. I’m that person who will click through when I see something interesting. And excellent story!
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Thanks so much, Jacqui. I’m delighted to know the links are being followed! I appreciate you spending part of your day here. Hugs!
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Yes, a fab chapter! I’m in all the way, loving this!
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Resa, my chuckaboo, thank you for all this wonderful “enthuzimuzzy” comment. I’m so glad you are on this riverboat. Hugs.
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{{{Hugs}}}
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I gasped when she fell over and was surprised she didn’t land in the river. I assume injury or worse from a fall of two stories. Let’s see what next week brings.
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Hi Jill, it’s good to see you. LOL, you know I couldn’t let it be as simple as falling into the river, just not as scary. 😀 The Delta Pearl would actually look more like this riverboat below.

If you look closely, you can see that the “hurricane” deck (where my pilothouse would be on top) and the higher levels are not as broad as the lower decks.
I’m just trying to give a better visual. Besides, this one is a beautiful craft. Heartfelt thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo!
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Very cool. Makes me want to take another riverboat ride.
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There are cliffhangers and then there are over-the-cliff hangers 🙂 I can’t believe you are going to leave us stranded here for a week!!!
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Sorry, my chuckaboo! You know I can’t resist cliffhangers. Plus you can probably tell (from going all the way over the railing) that one was building up for a while!
It’s great to see you, Joanne. Hugs on the wing!
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I know. I know. I should have known better! 😉
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Robbie Coltrane is well cast in this role, and I adore that picture of ‘eavesdropping’.
Have a wonderful weekend. Hugs across the pond!
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Thanks, Christoph. I was excited to find that painting, particularly since the woman is wearing a shade of green– Emeraude’s signature color. Happy weekend hugs right back. ❤
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Oh no! Over you go, I hope your skirt catches on something, someone sees you and pulls you back. Questions to answer. A secret about the stone. And why watch the couple? This was fast moving and fun to read, 📚🎼Christine
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Hi Christine. I’m so glad someone finally picked up on the stone. It’s related to something else in that passage.. Thank you! I’m delighted you are on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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Phew! So glad I guessed correctly. It had to be a save, Emmie’s the star character! Can’t wait to read how you write that scene. 😊 🎶📚
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Sorry. I didn’te say that well. The stone is an important item, is what I meant. I’m afraid Emeraude is still dangling off the edge of that railing. But as you say, she is the star. 😉 ❤ Great big hug!
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More mystery! Good! The stone has a story all it’s own. Emeraude will survive! She’s dangling! 😳
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Oh, nooo! A cliffhanger ending for sure. I really like the captain, the dealer, and the cook. Great episode, Teagan!
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Hi Jennie! Well, I haven’t done a real dangling-off-the-edge cliffhanger in quite a while, so it was about time. LOL. Thanks so much for being on this riverboat, my chuckaboo.
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Hi, Teagan! This was great for the story. Just perfect! I’ll be biting my nails till the next episode. Love being aboard the Delta Pearl.
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Love the captain, Teagan. Watch that first step it is a doozy. Super episode.
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Thanks so much for that specific feedback, John. Captain Perlog’s character is more firmly in my mind with this rewrite. Maybe finding that photo helped… Who knows. I appreciate you spending part of your weekend here, my chuckaboo!
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Hugs, Teagan.
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Wonderful, with Sir Reginald too. 😉 Do you know, we had a cat named him in a noble way too. Till his death we cant get this out of his benaviour. There need to be always special food and other things for him. LoL Have a beautiful weekend, and thank you for this sequel too, Teagan. Best wishes, Michael
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Hi Michael. Ha! Well, to me, all cats are royalty. 🐱 (Crystal has to have prescription, hypoallergenic food. So I know what you mean.)
I’m happy you enjoyed this chapter. A beautiful weekend to you as well, my friend.
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Oh, feeling with you and Crystal. Our cat has no such issue, but he only want chicken, no other food. The chicken fresh from the oven. 🙂 Michael
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A lot of mystery with her past and future now. I hope her fall is broken…softly. Great installment I can’t wait for next week!
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Denise, my chuckaboo, thanks so much for visiting. I appreciate your feedback. Happy weekend hugs!
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Oh, no! They say there’s a price to pay for eavesdropping, but this was unexpected!
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Oh, I didn’t think of that… We’ll see next time, whether Émeraude’s fall was karma or something else. 😉 They say eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves. While it was difficult to understand the parts Émeraude heard, at least they weren’t talking about her being a horrible brat! 😀 Thanks for commenting, my chuckaboo!
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Lol, that’s the quote I was thinking of- I guess I like to make up my own 🙂
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Then you are a wise woman. 😉 It does seem like in real life there is a price for eavesdropping.
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Okay Teagan, you must’ve taken your mean pills this morning ending this week’s episode with Emmie falling over the rail into/onto Lord knows what, and creating such a huge cliffhanger!! 🤗 And if that’s not bad enough, you leave us wondering “who” the two are that the Captain wants the Dealer to “keep an eye on”!!!
But could you leave it at that? Noooooo. How and why is there oil on the deck? Is there more? Hell yes, there’s always more with Teagan. We’re pondering what kind of future for Emmie the Captain is mapping out.
Needless to say, I’ll be aboard next Saturday to get my next “fix”, now that I’m addicted to the Delta Pearl!
🐾Ginger 🐾
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Well dash my wig… I didn’t realize just how much was in this chapter before you said that, Ginger. It’s been awhile since I did a big cliffhanger. LOL, I’m unrepentant. 😉 Thanks so much for your delightful comment, my chuckaboo!
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Yikes!!! Poor Emmie. I do hope she doesn’t suffer any serious injuries in her fall, like a cracked rib! 🙂 Great segment. I loved taking a closer look at the Captain, and he has an obvious fondness for Emmie, as do the other crew members. Now, I’m wondering two things. Where did this oil come from? I hope the Delta Pearl isn’t in need of repairs. And where is Emmie going to land? I enjoyed this segment immensely, Teagan!
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Jan, my chuckaboo, thanks so much for your comment! I think you’re right to wonder about the oil. At least, there’s likely more to it than meets the eye. Bushwa! I wasn’t thinking about your injury. I hope you are doing better, although I know that takes time.
Actually, that “fall” scene is part of the original version. I honestly can’t remember if Emeraude was hurt. We will see next time! 😀 ❤
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord Blog Magazine and commented:
Time to catch up with the Captain and crew of the Delta Pearl as she prepares to leave the dock… this week there are some questions raised about two of the passengers, what the Captain, the Dealer and the Cook are talking about, and just where our heroine is going to end up… plus if you are lucky your path will be crossed by a black cat… don’t miss out and head over to Teagan Geneviene’s post.
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Hi Sally. Thanks for another vividly introduced reblog! I’m so happy you are on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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Glad to be aboard Teagan..hugsx
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Great job of building the mystery Teagan. I can’t wait to see what mischief and trouble you have brewing. 🙂
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There are plenty of kettles brewing on this fire, Brad. 😉 Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo.
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Oh my, leaving us with a cliff-hanger! The story is coming along and keeping us all interested, Teagan. You must have so much fun with it. Thank you for including Sir Reginald La Felin (translation in English: Reggie the Cat) aboard ship.
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GP, my chuckaboo, it was my pleasure to bring Reggie into the story. The original had no cat, so you have added to the tale. Hugs on the wing.
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Oh my goodness! I hope Em isn’t hurt. Talk about a cliffhanger, yikes.
I really liked they way you filled in more about Em’s past and hinted at a curious future, both at the same time. Well done, Teagan. The overheard scene in the pilot house was so well written, I felt I was standing beside her near the door. Everything she thinks/has thought about these people point to her considering them as family. I love how it all fits together.
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Thanks so much for this feedback, Dan. I’m rarely comfortable with extended dialogue passages. That scene is what I meant when I mentioned “firming up the dilemma.” I really appreciate this comment. Hugs on the wing!
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Oh no, I hope Emmie is okay!
I wonder which couple the captain suspects, and suspects about what? I bet it’s the governess and her charge . . . they aren’t what they appear to be, I think!
Good episode.:-)
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Priscilla, my chuckaboo, I’m surprised he’s only worried about two of them. LOL. I’m happy you enjoyed the chapter. Hugs.
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Reblogged this on lampmagician and commented:
Another great chapter, exciting 🙂 keep sailing ❤
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Magician, my chuckaboo — thank you for sharing from your magic lamp. You’re the cat’s pajamas!
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😊❤❤🐈🐈🐱
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog.
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Adored Ape, many thanks for sharing from your tree house. Hugs on the wing!
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Welcome, Teagan 🦍🤗❤️❤️🤗🦍
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Reblogged this on LIVING THE DREAM.
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I appreciate the reblog, China. Happy weekend!
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GREAT PHOTOGRAPHS ON A FANTASTIC BLOG, CHINA
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Thanks, China. I do put a lot of effort into the format and look of these serial stories. Hugs!
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Oh no, Teagan, poor Emmie taking a fall like that. I most exciting episode. I am already looking forward to next week.
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Heartfelt thanks, Robbie. Enjoy all your travels, my chuckaboo!
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“Aaaaahhhhh…” Oh I think that must of hurt, unless there’s something or someone to break the fall. Hmmm. I’ll be interested to see how you pick up the fallen. So much fun, this is.
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It’s good to see you, Tim. I’m way behind on all my blog visits this week. LOL, what’s a serial without a cliffhanger? Thanks for spending part of your weekend here, my chuckaboo!
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You sure know how to hook your readers, Teagan! I hope she’s OK! Have a great weekend!
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Hi Olga. I appreciate you reading and commenting. Hugs on the wing!
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Oh my, that slip is definitely going to leave a mark.
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And there’s more to it than meets the eye, Dyanna. 😱 Thanks for sharing, my chuckaboo!
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