Thread: Madame Brunet (LingeringDesire & CharmSnake)

Marie Vignette Jacquelyn de Rouen, moved along besides her older sister Marie Helene Anastasie de Rouen shivering with fear. Jacquelyn hadn't a clue what was going on, she knew she was being transported to Canada, but that was the extent of her knowledge. Ana knew how very ill she was and took great care to steady her, grasping her arm and pulling her along. Bleary eyes the female moved along the streets, everything was hitting so suddenly. Lifting a thin, pale hand she dried her eyes and attempted to erase the vision of her parents death. Stumbling along, pulling her shawl tighter around her body she followed her sisters hold. The docks held the rickety looking vessel she'd be boarding. Up ahead another set of females moved out of sight along the top deck. Her stomach lurched, her feet hesitated. The priest gave her a gentle shove as Ana pulled, off she went. They were the last of the group boarding. Her pale face glanced back along the last home she'd had, gone... same as her parents. Jacquelyn steeled her jaw and focused her attention on the first mate. A soft answer was given of yes and both sisters nodded. Their small quarters were clean but nothing more. She laid down and closed her eyes, trying in vain to work the pain further from the surface. It took a week and things went from bad to worse. A few of her friends had jumped ship and now the girls were forbade from being on the top deck. Ana was now sick, she was no better. Her stomach churned and lurched as the boat wretched back and forth, to and fro. It was all too much. Placing her palm on her sisters forehead she grew more worried. Two other girls had succumbed the same way, their bodies tossed to the ocean as a burial. Calling out to the crew she moved swiftly along the various corridors and hallways of the ship. In French she greeted the men, face pink and lungs swiftly pulling in air. Help, my sister.... she needs a doctor... fresh air... medicine, please. The men were kind but it was captains orders, they even took her to the captain and let her beg her case. It was of no use. Jacquelyn was forced to sit idly by and watch as her sister passed. With her passing the last of her strength was drained from her. Jacquelyn grew more sickly, thinner, withdrawn. She slept most of the day, ate infrequently and kept none of it down. Her slight stature and appearance was even more apparent the closer the boat came to reaching it's port. Clarisse, a close friend of the family took up residence in the room with her, caring for the sickly female. You will make it through to the new land, you are strong and always have been. Remember at Ana's coming of age party, the d'Ambroise brothers confused the two of you. When the brunette did not respond, the other continued. I still remembered the look on his face when you slapped him.. the brute, he deserved it. Still nothing, the female resigned to silence. Silence, it was what ultimately filled the small quarters. Even after a short jaunt on land. Though while on land she had gained weight and began to feel better. Healing had finally come it seemed and she began talking to Clarisse. Short lived their respite for Clarisse was one of the first group to be removed from the vessel. Jacqueline was left alone, the only other females she knew on the ship were a former rival, Simone and another female she'd seen rotating in her social circle just before they were captured, Josette, a hearty female. Thick of waist and high in spirits and a full year younger than Jacqueline. The schedule was for the ship to dock on the 24th but due to a small delay due to weather le Jugement docked at Pointe Lebel on Sunday, April 26, 1795. Jacqueline stood stoically as the ship lurched against the weathered dock. The smell of fish was overwhelming and caused her stomach to force itself empty several times before she was guided off the vessel with the possessions she carried wrapped in her sisters shawl. A spare dress, an apron, her nightgown and her sisters spare dress. She wore the cleaner muslin one along with her boots, coat and shawl over her head to hold back the still biting winds of early spring. Her blue eyes formed tears, but they did not fall. At 21 years of age she was not sure of what was to happen. There was no way for her to know what was to come. She thought perhaps she was sent here to care for the elderly or work in an orphanage on behalf of the church. However a line of men stood nervously by. Standing on her toes she could barely make them out as dark shadows along the dusky boardwalk. Josette stood nervously by, talking low. Do you think those men are meant to be our transportation or our husbands? Jacqueline stared blankly at the girl that stood sandwiched between herself and Simone. She wanted to feel something other than empty. However, allowing herself to feel meant opening up to pain again. I'm not sure. She glanced down at them again, I'm praying transportation. Simone ignored her soft voice, I'm hoping they are here for us. Why shouldn't we move on, we deserve to. She stuck her pert little nose into the air so she could look down onto the others as her name was called. Some more than others. Jacqueline bit her tongue, she knew that Simone was bitter since she was engaged to marry. The male was captured and put to death. Because of this she felt she was entitled to a lot of things. There was nothing that Jacqueline felt anyone deserved more than another. To be forced upon a man as his wife was something she couldn't comprehend, it was beyond her. Sinking back to her natural height she sighed, Josette was called. With instinct guiding her, she pulled Josette into a hug before releasing her and watching her move along, the planks creaking slightly under her weight. Shifting she felt as though the wind would carry her away. Her head was dizzy, her stomach lurching, and her emotions high. Her name was called, she stepped forward and blindly asked. What is happening? Her blue eyes inquired of the first mate.