Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Jack's voice rang out, loud and clear. The song caught on and in the din the young Jack's departure went unnoticed for now. It was a pirate song...of course. Jenny sighed and leaned her forehead against Ion's shoulder briefly, earning a gentle squeeze about the shoulders and a sympathetic look. John knew how much she hated it when he did that; it was bad enough knowing every day that he was out God knew where, pirating, so he didn't have to bring it home with him! He probably didn't care, though. He'd probably stopped caring about her feelings long ago, or so she thought at the time though she knew in the deepest recesses of her heart it probably wasn't true. Barring that, he was likely drunk off his gourd and didn't remember how much she hated it. But his crew probably already thought she was a shrieking harpy, so she wasn't going to break up their song. Still, it would have been nice if he'd at least tried...
When their song was done Jenny excused herself and, swallowing her tears of anger and sadness, stepped over to her husband, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Now you've done singing pirate shanties on dry land," she said with as much calm and quiet as she could manage, "why don't you come play with your family, hm? I think it's long overdue." She took his hand and began to lead him away, making it clear he didn't have much of a choice. "I remember when you used to sing about things other than drinking and awaiting a pirate's death, so why don't we try for something a bit more cheerful."
The stage was cleared for the Sparrows. Jack Jr. was discovered to be missing, though his friends quickly covered for him and Ion volunteered to provide whatever deficiencies in guitar the boy's absence had left. The Sparrows were a musical lot: John had long played the flute and had taught Brigid, who had since picked up similar instruments; Jack had become quite proficient at guitar under Captain Teague's tutelage; Sean spent many Sunday evenings with Anne (his personal favorite of his siblings' children though he'd never admit it) teaching her violin while Jenny sat with Lucy at a piano. Jenny herself had been giving singing lessons to earn a little extra money, and had for a long while been proficient at the bodhran and other such percussives. Between the five remaining Sparrows and Ion--who had unwisely taken his place on the makeshift stage with the rest of the family--a jaunty Celtic tune was struck. It was a silly little nothing about a daughter asking her mother to go to the fair, but it was dance-able. Since Anne was still out of breath from dancing with her father, the twins sang the verses of the child while naturally Jenny took the part of the mother. Altogether it was a cute old standby they'd practiced often before, and with their mother's coaching each of the children was already a promising vocal talent; Jenny insisted on both voice and music lessons as they could get them, if nothing else so that--God forbid--anything should happen and they were left destitute they could always sing for their supper. She refused to find herself or any of her children in the same situation as John's mother.
"We've been missing our sixth," Jenny said softly at the conclusion of the song. "It's sounded so hollow without you." She was still upset, but being so actively angry with him all the time was just so exhausting. All Jenny wanted was to have her husband, for however much time he would be here.
When their song was done Jenny excused herself and, swallowing her tears of anger and sadness, stepped over to her husband, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Now you've done singing pirate shanties on dry land," she said with as much calm and quiet as she could manage, "why don't you come play with your family, hm? I think it's long overdue." She took his hand and began to lead him away, making it clear he didn't have much of a choice. "I remember when you used to sing about things other than drinking and awaiting a pirate's death, so why don't we try for something a bit more cheerful."
The stage was cleared for the Sparrows. Jack Jr. was discovered to be missing, though his friends quickly covered for him and Ion volunteered to provide whatever deficiencies in guitar the boy's absence had left. The Sparrows were a musical lot: John had long played the flute and had taught Brigid, who had since picked up similar instruments; Jack had become quite proficient at guitar under Captain Teague's tutelage; Sean spent many Sunday evenings with Anne (his personal favorite of his siblings' children though he'd never admit it) teaching her violin while Jenny sat with Lucy at a piano. Jenny herself had been giving singing lessons to earn a little extra money, and had for a long while been proficient at the bodhran and other such percussives. Between the five remaining Sparrows and Ion--who had unwisely taken his place on the makeshift stage with the rest of the family--a jaunty Celtic tune was struck. It was a silly little nothing about a daughter asking her mother to go to the fair, but it was dance-able. Since Anne was still out of breath from dancing with her father, the twins sang the verses of the child while naturally Jenny took the part of the mother. Altogether it was a cute old standby they'd practiced often before, and with their mother's coaching each of the children was already a promising vocal talent; Jenny insisted on both voice and music lessons as they could get them, if nothing else so that--God forbid--anything should happen and they were left destitute they could always sing for their supper. She refused to find herself or any of her children in the same situation as John's mother.
"We've been missing our sixth," Jenny said softly at the conclusion of the song. "It's sounded so hollow without you." She was still upset, but being so actively angry with him all the time was just so exhausting. All Jenny wanted was to have her husband, for however much time he would be here.