This isn't right. She'd been intending to head downstairs to watch Jamie and Ian collect the rents (to help them collect the rents; God knows Jamie probably doesn't know what he's doing, and as much as she loves Ian, she knows he's not the one who can make Jamie do what he should), and instead she woke up in this dark place. Wherever it is. Why was she asleep? Did she hit her head? She doesn't think so. It's not pounding like she would expect it to if she had hit it, and her careful prodding of her head reveals no bumps or tender spots.
She doesn't appear to have hurt herself anywhere, so that's a small blessing. She makes her way up the nearby stairs -- waddles, more like; she doesn't go anywhere in a hurry anymore -- and is surprised to find herself on the deck of a boat.
That is definitely not right.
There are docks in the distance, and people. Hopefully one of them can give her an answer. All she knows is that she's not where she should be, and she doesn't know where she is. Everyone else on board seems to be as confused as she is, at least, which means it's not likely that any of them are responsible for this.
But someone on shore must be, which means that somewhere on shore are the answers. All she can do right now is wait quietly, if not particularly patiently, until she arrives there. She stands at the rail, hands around her stomach, waiting. Ooch. This bairn could arrive tomorrow and she wouldn't complain.
As soon as the boat touches the dock, she's the first one stepping off the ship, needing to find an answer. She strides right up to the first person she sees, having no idea who's in charge around here. "I want to speak to whoever has brought me here. They cannae just take people from their home like that."
Jenny Fraser Murray | Outlander
She doesn't appear to have hurt herself anywhere, so that's a small blessing. She makes her way up the nearby stairs -- waddles, more like; she doesn't go anywhere in a hurry anymore -- and is surprised to find herself on the deck of a boat.
That is definitely not right.
There are docks in the distance, and people. Hopefully one of them can give her an answer. All she knows is that she's not where she should be, and she doesn't know where she is. Everyone else on board seems to be as confused as she is, at least, which means it's not likely that any of them are responsible for this.
But someone on shore must be, which means that somewhere on shore are the answers. All she can do right now is wait quietly, if not particularly patiently, until she arrives there. She stands at the rail, hands around her stomach, waiting. Ooch. This bairn could arrive tomorrow and she wouldn't complain.
As soon as the boat touches the dock, she's the first one stepping off the ship, needing to find an answer. She strides right up to the first person she sees, having no idea who's in charge around here. "I want to speak to whoever has brought me here. They cannae just take people from their home like that."