Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Borrowed Conversations

New month, new ideas! This has been bumping around in my head for a while. I like the idea of hearing bits of conversation out of context and trying to figure out what's being talked about. So, I've created a few conversations between a woman and some unwanted guests.

See if you can figure out who she is talking to in this first conversation before it becomes apparent.

“Look, Edward, if you insist on hanging around, you’re going to have to do something about your head. It’s freaking me out.” She glanced briefly into the corner where her guest sat.

“I can’t help it, old girl, any more than you can. S’nothing personal, just how these things are done.” His voice was deep and probably very menacing when he wanted it to be, but tonight he was sullen.

“Surely there are others you can go bug? People who haven’t got anything better to do.”

“’Course there are, but you’re the only one who’ll listen. That’s the problem with you lot now, no appreciation for the mysteries of this world. In my day, you couldn’t piss in the street without hitting some kind of seer.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes, “Charming.”

“Point is, ducky, you’re the only one’ll pay attention to me. Your own fault there.”

 “Why me, though? It’s not like Spotswood cut your head off himself. Go bother the descendents of the guy who did.”

“It’s the principal of the thing. Gov’ner Spotswood gave the order; can’t haunt a man, or his family," he  added pointedly, " for following orders. No, it was on the gov’ners hands and you’re his descendent.”

“I’m also busy. Go bother someone who hasn’t got a murder case to investigate.”

“Stede Bonnet had his revenge, that limp wristed dandy. He had a right laugh at my expense too.”

“Why don’t you put him in his place? I would have thought that you, of all people, could do that?”

“How d’you propose I do that? Throw me head at him? That’ll be very impressive.”

“Well Edward,” she threw down her pencil and turned to face him, “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to go crazy, or kill myself, or whatever it is you want me to do just for the sake of your ego. I’ve got a killer to catch.”

“It was the rascal with the gammy leg. He tricked the clerk and then shot him. Any fool could see that.”

“How do you know that?”

“It’s what I would have done.”

“Great, I’ll arrest him on suspicion of murder because it is what Blackbeard would have done. That’ll go over like a led balloon.”

“Trust me, girl, I know a guilty man when I see one; spent the best years of me life with a crew of guilty men.”

“Now that you mention it, his statement did seem a little off. I’ll check on that in the morning.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Don’t push your luck, Eddie. Unless you plan on being helpful in my future cases, you can bugger off right now.”

“When you see what’s coming, girl, you’ll wish you’d stuck with me. You’ve got an illustrious family history, all sorts of sordid deeds.” Edward Teach stood to his full and considerable height, his head teetering ominously on his broad shoulders. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if a few more wronged souls were to drop by. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”


  1. Now that could keep you up at night.
    Moskeeto Jack.

  2. *giggles with absolute delight*
    Only you could make Blackbeard into a fussy ghost! :D

  3. Iknow, Iknow!! We're off on another creepy, but fun, rant!