The Second Day

Day 2, Year Unknown

     Yesterday I was able to take a reasonably thorough stock of all the necessary repairs I would have to make to The Brubu’s Servant.  By no means is it a short task, as much of the ship lay in near ruin.  Top of the list was a clear demand for some properly shaped timbers to replace the planks that either were pounded by the cannon balls rolling around on deck, or were splintered on the uncontrolled landing.

     With that in mind, I headed out in the pre-twilight hours of the morning to take stock of the trees on the island.  While trekking through the deep deciduous forest, which seems to be slightly out of place somehow, I came across a most pleasant, and yet disturbing site.  Off in the distance, in the predawn light I could just make out what appeared to be an illuminated clearing with a sole individual of some height standing perfectly still.

First an introduction

Here is my bio/story thus far:
Born in the later portion of the 19^th Century—it is not polite to ask a woman’s age —Vibia Mystiere was born of an affluent British merchant family in the East Indies city of Bombay.  She was raised to become a good wife of an aristocrat, hopefully one of a higher station.  She spent her younger years learning the finer arts of high society from her nanny and her private tutors behind the high walls of her family’s estate.  Only later did she venture out into the quagmire that British ruled India had become, seeing for the first time the poor and exploited workers locked eternally in the bonds of the caste system strictly imposed under the Crown.  She became as involved as she could, trying to improve the plight of the Indian people, but her position kept her socially occupied after her coming out party, and the hum of civilized life caused her to forget her “childish” idealism, as other people saw it.