Mary Read

*I glare a' ya as ya try to push me down onta the sandy beach, carfully tryin' ta make me sit* Slow down, Mate. the wee babi wont come for a long- *I let ou' a cry of pain and i can suddenly tell tha'- *Nevermind. the wee ones comin' ou' now- * I grit me teeth, as i star' breathing heavily, the sun baring down on us. we was abou' to ge' on a ship to take us to a town to find a doctor, but looks like im gonna have i' righ' here* Im never lettin' this 'appen again! *I glare a' ya* You gonna help?