"Hey Sis, how's about we let our hair down?" Sean chimed.
"You askin' for a party?" I asked.
"Why not? We jus' raided Fort Riggs, not only tha' but we burnt the fucker down!" He explained, chortling away to himself as he did so.
"I s'pose thats a good point, get the booze out!" I exclaimed, which was followed by Sean scurrying off to seek out his nearest bottle of whiskey.
"Should he be drinkin'?" Clementine skeptically quieried.
"Probably not." I replied, plainly. She nodded and left me to stand and stare at the crowd gathering at the campfire.
Clemetine was a bright, capable girl. She had become like a daughter to me, she was a picture of everything that I had wished to be; smart, organised, and sensible. Clementine was born out of wedlock, a result of an affair between and a plantation owner's wife and one of the many ill-treated slaves whom had worked on the plantation. She had told me stories that her father would tell her as a young girl. Clementine always spoke to me whenever she felt off, especially when she had come to me for a shoulder to cry on when the anniversary of her Father's killing came around.
I took a seat with my fellow gang members at the campfire, Alvor handed me a bottle of whiskey. I popped the cap off the bottle and took a swig. The acidic liquid swirling down my throat, I sighed in content as Renée turned on his gramophone - the soft french music sounding out throughout the camp.
"A little birdie told me that you used to play the fiddle" I heard Etha say from behind me.
"Was that little birdie called Sean?" I guessed, turning to face my elder.
"Well, who else?" She asked. I chuckled at her witty remark, smiling as she brought a fiddle out from behind her back - passing the instrument to me. "C'mon play us a song?" she asked, I sighed. Etha told Reneé to turn his music off, making way for my fiddle-playing.
I placed the wooden instrument underneath my chin and positioning my fingers on the strings. I took a moment to think of a song to play, then proceeding to place the bow on the strings and pull it backwards to forwards to play the tune.
I played "Drunken Sailor", one of my personal favourites that my Grandfather had taught when I was a wee girl.
The entire gang gathered around the campfire, listening intently to the music I was providing. Sean even began singing the lyrics to it;
"What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor early in the morning
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises early in the morning
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor early in the morning
Throw him in the hull with the captain's daughter
Throw him in the hull with the captain's daughter
Throw him in the hull with the captain's daughter early in the morning
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises early in the morning
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor early in the morning
Shave his balls with a rusty razor
Shave his balls with a rusty razor
Shave his balls with a rusty razor early in the morning
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises early in the morning
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor
What shall we do with the drunken sailor early in the morning
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises early in the morning
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises
Hey ho and up she rises early in the morning"
The whole camp erupted in joyous cheers, laughter along with plenty applause. I placed the instrument down at my feet, Charles came and took a seat next to me on the log.
"I was wondering if you were up to anything tomorrow?" Charles queried.
"No, nothin' as far as I know" I replied.
"If you would let, I would be honoured if I could spend some time with you tomorrow - just the two of us" I smiled at his gesture, leaning my head on his shoulder.
Almost instinctively, Charles wrapped his arm around my torso - still awaiting my reply.
"And I," I lifted my to look in chocolate coloured orbs. "Would love to give you the honour."
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That night, everyone in camp did not retire to their tents until the very early hours of the morning. I even had to drag Sean to bed, 'he wouldn't sleeping without another bottle of beer' he told me.
I loved my gang much more than I think they were aware, of course they know that I adore Charles, as am I a protective older sister to Sean - but all of them held a carved cavern within my heart. A special place where each and every one of them stood proud.
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The Dusty Shamrock ~ OC RDR2 fanfiction
FanfictionShe's strong, she's young, she's talented- and most importantly, she's Irish. A young girl, in her twenties, left for dead with her horse and weapons by the O'Driscolls. Her Father was all she had left when they moved to America from Ireland. Her mo...
