FROM GENERATION TO ANOTHER. TWINS FOREVER

THE VISIONS START

The Visions Start to Happen .......
Lucinda the Witch.

Lucinda awoke from a fever, she had suffered from these before but not like this one. This one had almost scared her heart from out of her fast beating chest. It was full of nightmares that held her in it's icy grip, she could no more wake herself up and not see her visions again. She was already called a beguiling witch maybe beguiling, but the word witch was the problem. So to tell anyone she was seeing visions, that she could see so clearly like her hand in front of her face. She would be seen as a problem on board it was already unlucky to have a woman on board any ship, just because she was the daughter and only child of the Captain. She could still be put to death, from a young age her Father had dressed her like a boy keeping her hair short. She had male clothing on even now but these day's her natural attributes gave her away as a well endowed woman her hair was long but hidden always away from the glance of the crew or from any man she came across. A knock came on her cabin door and a sprogg came in touching his cap in reverence to her position. He was aged no more than ten years old, he was a Pirate in training hence his title of sprogg, but for now Lucinda used him as her cabin boy. "What is it Tommy ?." She looked over at him "Sir, umm Ma'am sorry. The Captain  asks if ye be free to join him ?." His face had flushed up as he stared at her, she knew that he hardly looked up at her face. "Aye Tommy, I will. Can you pass me my dress." She had already changed out of a bed gown, stood now in her corset. Tommy took one look at her, looked over where her dress was and he flew out of the room. Her laughter ringing in his ears, his face red he had in his haste had run right into the Captain even forgetting to doff his hat to the man who owned his life. If Captain Daniels reported him for his misdeeds, he could be hauled across the cannon and be flogged. "Hold on boy !. Where's your rush be from ?. As my daughter be teasing you, young sir ?." He looked up at the face of the Captain, fearing him to be in anger at him. But all he saw was a slight smile on his face, with a twinkle in his eye. Captain Daniels had lost an eye in a battle against the english, so over his lost eye he wore a patch. But if he wanted to frighten the sproggs he didn't wear the patch, the eye socket was blackened with a massive scar across it that you felt it could still see you and knew if you had finished your duties. "Is my daughter, yet ready to join me boy ?." Tommy took off his hat, bowed his head "Aye, Captain. She be dressin." Captain Daniels looked on Tommy as a son he never had, but he couldn't let him get away with not showing him respect. As Tommy moved to go below decks he was shouted by the Captain "Tommy !. You tell the Master, five strokes for ye. Make sure you tell him as I be asking." Tommy had at hearing the Captain's voice this time he had taken off his hat, so now he was to suffer five strokes off the Master who ran near everything that was Tommy's world on board the 'Barnacle.' Lucinda put on the necklace that had a green stone in it's centre that nestled in her cleavage, it had belonged to her late Mother who had been hung when she had been but a baby. Her Father had told her as her Mother had gone into another world, he had put the necklace around her neck. He had then disappeared on to the Barnacle taking with him a wet nurse to take charge of his child. Missy had brought her up from being a baby, being a Mother to the almost orphaned child. As her Father refused to have anything to do with her, until the screaming brat stopped screaming. There was a time she had done something to anger the very placid Missy, it was Missy had insisted that Captain Daniels dealt with his daughter. She had been eight years old, before that the dealings she had with her Father was at the mealtimes but then she was not to speak until spoken to. Her Father looked down at this strange creature, that was his daughter she looked just like her dead Mother. The green stone necklace looked huge around her tiny neck, her free flowing brown hair shone as the sun sparkled on it. Missy had found she had stolen something off her and in a temper she had thrown it in the sea. Her Father, the Captain had no idea how to deal with her. He had, had all hands on deck to witness that all on board can be punished, to be responsible to him. To treat all with due respect, they may well be feared Pirate's but they had rules. So he treated this child of his no different to an eight year old sprogg who had done wrong, her sentence was five strokes across the canon it was he who was to serve the punishment. But because of her wearing a dress with so many petticoats under the the skirt as it was the way of the world, but not on the Barnacle. He had the Master bring him up some clothes from a sprogg of her age, he had sent them both off with the order "Get it, out of that dress !. Do what you will with the hair !." Missy had to force the dress off her in the struggle it ripped down the front, she got her dressed in the rough shirt that itched her body. The pants had to be tied with a bit of rope to keep them up, her hair tied back with more rope. Missy bundled her back on deck, she remembered seeing herself in a looking glass she looked like a boy apart from the hair. Captain Daniels watched her come and stand in front of him, she didn't look up at her Father. "Sit !." It was the sound of anger in his voice that made her sit down quickly, she found her hands bound on top of the chair arms while her Father set about chopping her beautiful hair till it was chopped so close to her head that soon she looked no different to any of the younger members of the crew. She had screamed and screamed till the Captain had tied her mouth shut with his neckerchief. He then had sent her down below the decks with the Master. Before this he had taken the necklace from her neck, the chair she was sat on was hoisted up in the air and it and she was plunged into the sea and hauled up again. It was done about five times as each time it came up, she gasped for air before seconds later down in the sea she was. The Master dragged her down below the decks lit only by the smallest of light, there she was degraded as she still had her five strokes to suffer. This was the start of her life, treated like crew she now had to answer to the Master. Also no longer allowed to be called her woman name she was named as Luc, she grew up below deck very quickly most forgot she was a girl she fought like a man, punished like a man across the canon. It was many year's later she was to wear her green necklace that was the same colour of her eye's. It was a painful decade she lived below the decks, Missy all those years ago had been sent off at the next port and sold on to another Captain, her whereabouts now unknown. As she found her body developed into the beginning of becoming a woman, a new crew member had watched her for months. He had trapped her into a corner and with his knife he had cut away all her clothing, holding the knife at her throat he had taken her. But it had been his last action, as she felt his body ease into her own. She felt him slump on top of her, behind him her Father stood there his sharpened blade in his hand the blade covered in blood. He looked at her, he threw down an old sail that covered up her nakedness "Get yourself sorted !. Get up to my cabin looks like you need taking in hand girl !." It was then the visions started, she could see herself but not herself. The same long brown hair but as she turned around the her that wasn't her, had blue eyes.
Around her neck was a necklace with a blue stone in the middle, the vision ended. But still they kept happening, she could tell no one about them. Her Mother had been hung as a witch because she had visions, she had forced Missy to tell her about her Mother now she was also a witch on board the Barnacle. Two thing's that would see her hung for the crimes of being a witch and being a woman on a ship.