Fan Fiction ❯ No Malice Left ❯ Chapter 6

Chapter 6

 

I had taken a boat from Paris to the New World. America. It sounded so foreign. So new…so interesting. As soon, I set foot on the soil I knew I was home. I looked around the harbor and saw nothing but fliers written in a language I couldn't read. I believe it was Romanian English. Or something along those lines. I tried to read them but I soon gave up and went some place where I would be able to learn this…language. I came upon a shop with a sign that was written in German. Finally! Something I could read!

AUFMERKSAMKEIT... FRAUEN BRAUCHTEN FÜR KRANKENSCHWESTERN IN DER GUTEN KRIEGSBEZAHLUNG.

 

Müssen 18 Jahre oder älter, von Nutzen zu uns zu sein. wir brauchen jemanden bereit, eine Krankenschwester zu sein, und den Männern mit ihren Verletzungen und ihren Bedürfnissen zu helfen.

I sighed because I had no experience in the field but then I noticed something in small print down at the bottom of the page.

Wenn keine Erfahrung, Ausbildung geliefert wird. Wir brauchen irgendjemanden, der bereit ist, uns zu helfen, zu helfen.

 

I was elated. I could help! But then I began thinking. `what if I looked like a man…I could easily fool the people and get to the front lines.' I thought this over for a while then began walking towards a tavern not far from where I was.

 

In the tavern, every person turned to look at me. Some men howled, others whistled. Bristling slightly, I sighed and ignored them. The woman behind the counter began speaking in the language I could not understand. There was a man sitting at the bar sipping on an Ale. He spoke back to the woman, I think he was explaining to her that I could not understand the language. How could I possibly know? I couldn't understand a word he was saying. He turned to me, spoke clear German,

 

“Hallo! Sie sprechen Englisch. Sie können nicht verstehen?”

 

“Ja, ich kann nicht verstehen. Schade Herr…?”

 

“Herr James-Alexander.”

 

“Dank. Herr James-Alexander. Sie sind mein Engel.”

 

Alexander laughed. It was a deep throaty laugh, one of beauty, yet refined. It was a laugh a fine gentleman would be. I looked down at myself and sighed. I looked like a ragamuffin who had been picked up off the streets. I shook my head, but then James-Alexander spoke,

“Erlauben Sie mir, Sie heute Abend wegzunehmen. Es würde eine Ehre sein, Sie zum Mittagessen heute Abend wegzunehmen.”

 

“Aber, sehe ich wie ein Gassenkind von den Straßen aus!”

 

“Quatsch. Ich werde Sie zum Schneider-Geschäft unten der Block nehmen und Sie haben passte für Ihre neuen Abendkleider. Sagen Sie nicht nicht, weil ich Sie schön machen will.”

 

I was going to protest, but he held up his hand. Taking my hand in his, he led me out of the tavern and down the road to the tailor shop. I ran my hands over the various velvets. All James-Alexander did was smile. He instructed the woman in the native tongue to help us. She took a tape measure; measuring my waist, bust, and hip line taking down the measurements. I could only watch in awe as she worked quickly. Within moments, she had several dresses made in different colors. Taking them, I hurried into a dressing room. One by one I tried them on. Each time I modeled the dresses. James-Alexander gave me an approving smile.

 

The dresses were in black, gold, sapphire, emerald, ruby, silver, amethyst, garnet. All were made to fit me just right. I was very pleased. I went to pull out my money to pay for it but James-Alexander stopped me.

 

“Nein.”

 

“Warum?”

 

He switched to English suddenly. “Because, I told you, I am paying for all of this.”

 

Somehow I understood him and was able to speak the language back. “I cannot allow you do so.”

 

“Get used to it.”

 

“I am paying.”

 

“No.”

“Yes.”

 

“Fine.”

 

Taking out my money, I paid to woman who looked almost shocked as before when she heard me speaking German. I packed the dresses up gently then walked out leaving James-Alexander standing there. He had wounded me. Not physically, but emotionally, I would not stand for it. I have my own ideas and my own ideals. It is not worth it to me to be with someone who is going to hurt me every single time I am with them.

I went back to the tavern, which James-Alexander had taken me from. As I entered, I ignored the annoying whistling and howling. I placed some of my money on the counter top and was given a key to a room. Heading up there, I changed then came back down.

i. ATTENTION... WOMEN NEEDED FOR NURSES IN THE WAR GOOD PAY.

 

Must 18 years or older, to be of service to us. We need somebody ready to be a nurse, and to help the men with their injuries and their needs.

 

If no experience, education will be supplied. We need anyone who is willing to help us to help.

 

Hello! They speak English. You cannot understand?

Yes, I cannot understand. Sorry Mr...?

Mr. Alexander.

Thanks. Mr. Alexander. You are my angel.

 

Allow me to take you out tonight. It would be an honor to take you out to dinner tonight.

But, I look like a ragamuffin off the streets!

Nonsense. I will take you to the tailor shop down the block and have you fitted for your new gowns. Don't say no because I want to make you beautiful.

 

No

Why?

Note: All translations are gestimation, they are NOT exact!