Story of someone who found out that tomorrow is a very relative concept

My cover story

Initzio subito a spiegare mentre ancora sto elaborando:"I'm the daughter of an italian merchant; my mother and Brother died of pneumonia when I was a child, so I got used to being considered the family's big boy, and when I was told I had to behave as a young lady, I told the guy he could courtesly go being fucked. At that point my dad decided I would be elping him. I learned how to read and write, English because he sold clothes to the red coats, even tough I hated them, a bit of French because of some clients, and some Latin he was paying a priest to teach me. I also knew something of sailing and knits and dad had told me he would start teaching me how to throw a knife and use a dagger when I'd turned sixteen. I'd been kidnapped once but I'd gotten out of it well except from a few permanent scars on my legs, but luckily I had escaped because I'm quite good at climbing. Dad died in a storm but I'd swum to safety and was taken to Inverness by a merchant, where he said he was sorry but couldn't keep me and left me to my life, so while I was looking for shelter near there the redcoat thing happened and you found me. Is it ok?" I knew a covert story had to be true in all checkable details, which were how I was found and my abilities, and I think Claire got that too, because she said :" Wonderful, pass. You have a talent, I must say... here's the place, do as you were told and I'll teach you everything you need". And in we went...

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Spero vi stia piacendo da qui userò sempre più l'inglese perché siamo in Scozia. Leggete!!!!