Charlotte and her companions are sailing on a ship, with different activities happening on deck and in the lower deck area. Charlotte and Helen discuss their love for novels and how James and Lee decided to stay with them instead of going to Tulane. They also talk about Hughes and the possibility of them becoming a couple. James and Lee enjoy each other's company but are hesitant to express their true feelings. They talk about a boy who does what he's told and James mentions a legend about sky writers who prey on human emotions. Meanwhile, a female sky writer named Her is observing a ship from the clouds, finding entertainment in watching them.
Chapter 12 Charlotte and Company Days and miles away along the high seas, Charlotte and Company sail through the night. On deck, Coffey steers. Across not far from him, James and Lee sit and talk to another. In the lower deck area of the ship, Charlotte and Helen lie on her bed and talk. The room is dimly lit. It's been a while since Charlotte cleaned it as well. Helen and her rooms are the exact same size. The set up is just different.
Helen lies across from Charlotte with the book in her hand as though ready to drop it. Helen says, what is it with these novels that makes you sail from all over to Coochee whenever one comes out? Charlotte says, I'm just glad James and Lee decided to stay with us for a while instead of going to Tulane. Helen says, our Hughes was going to take them with us anyways, huh? Charlotte smiles as she grabs her novel from Helen.
Charlotte says, probably so. I've been reading these since before we were pirates. George Kabat is one of the wealthiest nobles on Iowa. He is a knowledge of things few can understand, to which Helen just shakes her head. Charlotte says, oh hush, I taught Hughes to read from them. They both laugh. Helen then pauses and lowers her voice and says, speaking of those two, they're just friends traveling about with another. Charlotte says, don't Hughes go playing matchmaker neither.
They seem as if they'll figure it out, or she'll wake up with babies between her legs. Covering Charlotte's mouth, Helen, excited, says, oh now you hush. Above, James and Lee sit on the floor of the ship. They sneak looks at coffee as he steers, and lie down looking up to the sky. They seem to enjoy everything with another as though no one else is there, but as soon as it's pointed out, they tend to get offensive.
Each is scared to embrace how they really feel about another, and with what they have been through, who can blame them? James says, I still cannot believe how they describe what this boy is, and all he do is what he told, none the less. As he looks over to Lee with a confused expression, Lee says, James, not right to talk about another when that other is across from you. Now is it? Lee looks toward him seriously.
James with a blank expression says, I recall no long minutes ago you was doing the same about that same fellow as he steers too. Lee wide eyed says, shush, doesn't help if he can't protect himself or take up for himself against your word. James says, it's all right long as we do it together. They both grow real quiet and stare at another smiling. The sky so blue in the darkness, they just lie on their backs and look on in silence.
Coffee who was slightly looking toward them says, Helen say, they do these strange things cause they in love, but not know it. James and Lee stare into the vastness of all they see above in a nightly realm. Lee though decides to tell James of an old tale she was told by her mama. It pertains to the vast unknown of the cloudy realm. She tells him the legend of the sky writers, a group of beasts no one can prove exist said to cover the skies.
They prey on human emotions. In a literal sense they are mind beasts. They dislike good feelings, lust after pain and hate, draws them to you. They devour those ones especially on the high seas. Many a greedy pirate may his end or so the saying go to a sky writer. James asks if she ever know the story to be true. Lee says, I think me ma told me so I never take to the seas. James though is a little scared by it because it involves the mind, reminding him of his brother.
At the same time, up above in the skies, so so far in the very clouds themselves, lies the answer to her story. As a beautiful female sky writer, only known as Her, looks down on a ship plotting. Her blue, what she wears as fur, is unlike any blue on any animal on Iowa. Her sibling comes to her and tells her she can't do what she desires to do. Those blue on that ship have no signs of avarice nor hate in any regard.
Her tells him she'll watch them anyways, maybe something will shake the balance and her brother mocks her for her delusional fantasies, but does not understand. For Her, this has become a form of entertainment.