Our own Ceili Mackenzie wrote this lovely and, to quote Lilieas Fraser, a quite funny, bit of prose retelling the entire story of Voyager. Enjoy!
O’er Scottish Highlands, our tale be told…
A Voyage of lovers, an epic of old,
The heroine shocked, he was not dead!
In the Dunbonnet’s Cave he hid instead,
Then imprisoned to save his home and kin,
Mac Dubh found surprising kinship within.
As Ardsmuir men were scattered beyond,
For gold and for love, he was saved by Lord John…
By misadventure he fathered a boy,
And was given his freedom amid grief and joy.
To Brianna and Roger, the truth was unveiled,
And attraction between them could not be curtailed.
Claire must travel again through the stones…
She could do without baths and cars and phones.
On her daughter bestowed a teary goodbye,
She needed her man, and her man she would find.
Upon her arrival said man doth fainted,
She showed him some photos, they got reacquainted.
It is said Mr. Willoughby arrived on the scene,
Lead them both to a brothel where Jamie came clean…
Smuggling liquor is by nature risk-filled.
The print shop burns down, Ian almost is killed.
They all make their visit to Lallybroch…
Laoghaire is angry, and Jamie is shot!
Claire always the healer, comes to his aid,
But not before leaving, all stunned and dismayed.
With syringe, penicillin, and love spite it all,
Their marriage resumes, and a lawyer is called.
To the Silkies’ Isle to fish out the funds,
But Ian is captured, and now they must run!
A gather of men set sail on a ship,
A chase after pirates , the West Indes, a trip…
Fergus and daughter Marsali are wed,
Geillis gets freaky wi’ boys in her bed,
Claire taken by Porpoise, she battles typhoid,
Recognized in Jamaica, her man’s freedom is void,
In a short téte-a-téte Lord John speaks of William,
And they take Geillis down before she can kill Ian.
A shipwreck, adrift, the lovers reach unknown shore,
Where James and Claire Fraser share life evermore.
(c) 2009 Katie Kent
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3 comments:
I feel honored that you wanted to post it! I was laughing the entire time I wrote it, especially toward the end when things get all crazy in the West Indies!
Ya did a braw job of it, lassie, there is nae doubt..
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