She lost her thoughts into the clouds of the wonderful vacation, she had within Ireland, with her family of seeing some of her biological sisters, who married Irish landowners of wealth. Besides, visiting her own biological fathers’ family, for the first to see a dozen or so half siblings, Jazzy wishes she spent more time then returning to her troublesome siblings, who seem to never stay out of trouble “whys do I have to be the oldest for? It all your fault Mother! No wait, Uncle Genie did the picking to make me the tallest of my lots. Why Uncle Genie, you had to select me to the tallest, it all your fault, period! I love you so, but it’s all your fault, no matter what.”
Jazzy was unaware of mischief going elsewhere in the world, especially in Ireland, which she just missed. Three of her biological sisters, who married into wealth, being Agrabah Jasmine’s also came from wealth, they just turn another check, from the prejudice of being half Persian by birth and many didn’t take kindly the other half was Irish. But, being under house arrest by the British Admiralty, was a different animal all together.
Maggie Jasmine-O’Neil waited impatiently for her two married sisters, to arrive to her manor, which they had permission to do so from the Admiralty, but under arm guard.
She went outside to the front gates of the estate to see if she can spot the carriage down the spiral dirt roadway “what is taking them so long, should have been here at least an hour ago?”
“Sorry me Madam, but I advise you not to step off the estate or risk imprisonment from the authorities” a young navy ensign, no older then twenty, spoke in a stern, yet polite matter of a high-class English accent for an Irishman.
Maggie just turned around with a sweet smile to him “Frederick O‘Hare, I’m your AUNT, your father’s sister, how can you possibly arrest me, for just putting one step out into the roadway to see for your two Aunts has arrived yet? Which those two sisters of mind are always, so late!”
“Aye, you are my lovable Aunt, but I’m under strict, orders at the moment too carried out my orders, please do understand Madame O’Neil, my predicament.”
“Frederick, no one is here, but us threesome” Maggie replies to her nephew eyes pointed downward to his side, which her son, Franklin was standing with a grand smile across his face “please, don’t tell I, your taking orders from a five-year-old? And for you Mister O’Neil, how can you arrest your own Mother and sleep with an easy health.”
“Well Mamma, I do have to put fear unto the crew to have respect, so I can be a Captain like Dada and cousin Frederick is my first to give me respect!”
Maggie just politely replied to her son, yet with a stern tone of voice to both of them, seeing the carriage and arm guards on mounts, just arrived “Junior, by the time you become Captain of your own ship, Frederick’s with be, Admiral of his own fleet, with yours included. It will be you. Giving your cousin respect, not the reverse! Now both of you Two, will be quiet and be still for your two aunts have arrived or else, we shall have words later.”
Trixie Jasmine O’Conner stepped out of the carriage to be followed by Roxanne Jasmine Cohen, which Trixie quickly hugged Maggie and then her two nephews “Oh Franklin, how big you have grown and you Frederick, a dashing handsome man I see before me in a navel uniform to make all the ladies swoons.”
“Watch what you say, Gals or those roughens, will place you in irons for being privateers against the queen and country” Maggie sarcastically laughs out in pure humor making the boys blush in shame.
“It nothing personnel, Mamma and Auntie’s, you must understand my future career as Admiral of the Admiralty” Franklin replied unemotional cold to his stunned elders.
“Franklin, must, and I remained you once more to be understood clearly. YOU’RE ONLY FIVE-YEARS-OLD, Mr. SMARTALECKY” Roxanne cries out to her godson “so behave you or no dessert and bed with the likes of him!”
Maggie let her sister drag her annoying son back into the manor by his ears, along with Frederick to speak with Trixie alone, yet with the armed guards escorting them also back into the manor “So Trixie Jasmine’s what has you heard about one of our sisters being a privateer captain for the French in the western hemisphere, raiding British and Spanish merchants shipping inside the sea’s of the Caribbeans.”
“Toni Jasmine” Trixie just whispered out on knowing who it was, when anyone needed a question about their family, everyone just goes to her for answer or two, nobody knows how she does it, just accepting her abilities and move on.”
“Is that our Toni, not Italian Toni or Spanish Toni or maybe . . . ”
“Ours and IRISH” she just cuts off Maggie ranting away “And Dada here, our step father and Grandpapa in Agrabah know all about it and hush about it to all.”
“That Witch, I thought she married Timothy O’Shane and settle down here in Ireland, outside of Dublin?”
“Aye for a while, yet pick up and gone too, the Americas over his gambling debts. Settling for awhile in the colonies and she ended in up in New Orleans alone and pregnant after, O’ Shane cheated on her, with another married woman.”
“The Swine” Maggie whispered in anger, but calmly asked “but how did she end in the services of the French and private buccaneers?”
“Well my sources say” Trixie said but was quickly cut off by Maggie “Someone else’s or just your source? Remember, My dear Sister, there still places that still burn witches at the stake.”
‘Oh goody I” She says just laughs out to be serious “well do you what to hear it or not?”
“Of course I do, goes on Witch.”
Still pregnant, she was capture by them on a ship for Cuba and somehow, she managed to become profitable captain and leader in a short time. Now, our Toni has return home to hide out, with her children and I‘m no Witch, WITCH!”
“I know, I know, just joshes with you” Maggie said in a laugh to make her sister to do the same, with smiles “I just heard of this meaning word and sounds so you, psycho!”
“What meaning is this, I never heard of? It sounds like, you calling me madly or something like that?” Trixie jolts out, with tears in her eyes from laughing so hard “you must mean that new word, psychic, taken from the Greek, psyche.”
“Oh so sorry, Sister of sending you to the madhouse on the pleasant day at this” Maggie jested.
“Apology accepted” Trixie replied “but it feels like a madhouse to be imprisoned in your own home.”
“Yes, I guess so, we just have to bear with it, like we had done all our lives, with Mother” Maggie replied then stop walking to think then stares back at Trixie with a blank face “you said a ch1ld at first and then said children in the end, so have many they’re?”
“Too many to count” Trixie just said to make Maggie walk “It looks like, our Little Sister, wants to be her Mother.”
“Oh my goodness, I”
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