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(Story by NualaTawse www.deviantart.com/buntyullswa… )
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I knew something was up, when all the girls in the cell were shackled together and we were dragged out and handed over to the town bailiffs. We were marched through the town like common criminals until we arrived at the docks and were shoved into a pen along with some pigs and sheep.

Moira was the first to try climbing out of the pen but the growls of the bailiff’s two mastiffs soon changed her mind.

Finally, we huddled in a corner to discuss our fate.

I had never travelled further than Dumbarton, which was only a day’s walk and only Annie had ever been on a ship but not one as big as those tied up at the quayside by our pen.

Moira and Beth were convinced we would be going to the big city of Bristol in England. They said other girls had gone there and never came back.

Annie started crying. She knew about ships and said sailing over the sea that far would turn us into mermaids, which is why women never went to sea, or, if they did, they never came back.

“Howfur wid ah earn mah coinif ah hud a fish tail ‘n’ coudnae spread mah legs?” I exclaimed, continuing: “Thay wouldn’t dae that tae us! Even the sassenach coudnae be that pure nasty! Anyway, ah mind something aboot an island sae that meant we wur aff tae Dublin, somewhere near America.”

Mid-morning, the ship’s crew shouted for the livestock to be loaded.

Sheep first, who were hoisted up in a net, then the pigs.

Finally, we were let out. Strangely a small crowd had gathered and, even more confusingly, we were dragged away from the boarding plank. We were left to stand in a huddle as the guards backed away.

Too late I looked at the ground and saw we were stood on the same bet the animals had been hoisted up in.

My mouth opened to shout a warning but the net was already being hoisted, piling us together in a jumble of limbs and shackles, lifting us higher and higher.

With a chorus of screams we were swung over the ship and left dangling for the amusement of the onlookers.

In a panic I forced my leg through the net and screamed terrified at the sailors hauling us across the deck:

“Na na nae a fishing net, we aren’t mermaids yit! Keek! Ah hae git legs!”

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(Story by NualaTawse www.deviantart.com/buntyullswa… )
Thank you so much for all the inspiration and fun!

I knew something was up, when all the girls in the cell were shackled together and we were dragged out and handed over to the town bailiffs. We were marched through the town like common criminals until we arrived at the docks and were shoved into a pen along with some pigs and sheep.

Moira was the first to try climbing out of the pen but the growls of the bailiff’s two mastiffs soon changed her mind.

Finally, we huddled in a corner to discuss our fate.

I had never travelled further than Dumbarton, which was only a day’s walk and only Annie had ever been on a ship but not one as big as those tied up at the quayside by our pen.

Moira and Beth were convinced we would be going to the big city of Bristol in England. They said other girls had gone there and never came back.

Annie started crying. She knew about ships and said sailing over the sea that far would turn us into mermaids, which is why women never went to sea, or, if they did, they never came back.

“Howfur wid ah earn mah coinif ah hud a fish tail ‘n’ coudnae spread mah legs?” I exclaimed, continuing: “Thay wouldn’t dae that tae us! Even the sassenach coudnae be that pure nasty! Anyway, ah mind something aboot an island sae that meant we wur aff tae Dublin, somewhere near America.”

Mid-morning, the ship’s crew shouted for the livestock to be loaded.

Sheep first, who were hoisted up in a net, then the pigs.

Finally, we were let out. Strangely a small crowd had gathered and, even more confusingly, we were dragged away from the boarding plank. We were left to stand in a huddle as the guards backed away.

Too late I looked at the ground and saw we were stood on the same bet the animals had been hoisted up in.

My mouth opened to shout a warning but the net was already being hoisted, piling us together in a jumble of limbs and shackles, lifting us higher and higher.

With a chorus of screams we were swung over the ship and left dangling for the amusement of the onlookers.

In a panic I forced my leg through the net and screamed terrified at the sailors hauling us across the deck:

“Na na nae a fishing net, we aren’t mermaids yit! Keek! Ah hae git legs!”