Adventure into a past life
marcel robillard
Chapter V
Coming home from school, three friends and I decided to venture down some dilapidated alleyways, through disreputable slums in the older part of Portsmouth It was my idea. Of the four of us, I was the brashest and most curious. Unfortunately, I was so misguided in my judgment that our excursion could only have ended in catastrophe.
The moment we entered that neighbourhood, avoided by anyone born into finer British society, we were spotted by a group of delinquents. Our disadvantage was pronounced. We were in unknown territory and our wardrobe confirmed not only the financial comfort to which we were accustomed, but also our lack of combat experience.
They attacked with such vigour, that my comrades fled and I got myself cornered, between the wall and the gang which had jumped us. Outnumbered six to one, I was taking the worst beating of my life.
Miraculously, two sailors happened by I was already bleeding when they joined the fray. Now it was the turn of the young hoodlums to meet their match, facing hardened seamen. A few blows, a few well placed kicks and I saw them flee.
Calm had returned and I was free of my aggressors. The two men approached. I didn't move.
– It's the Pitt boy, announced one.
Although the voice seemed familiar, I was too rattled to make a connection.
– How do you know? asked the other.
– I worked on his father's ship, answered the first sailor as he grabbed me firmly by the collar. With his strong arm lifting me, I felt as light as a fluff ball. I had no time to think a thought before I was back on my feet. Yes, I still swayed somewhat but I was upright.
– You okay, kid? inquired the voice which I still could not place.
– Yes, I think so, I replied, as I rubbed my eyes to remove the dust and the blood that was drying on them.
Then I looked up and immediately recognized Good Eye Bill, as he was known; the tougher of the two ship hands that had previously served as guides with Pierre four years earlier.
– What in the name of the devil are you doing here, lad?
Are you looking to get yourself killed?
There was a tone of reproach in his question but I didn't argue because I knew he wasn't mistaken.
Then if that wasn't already enough, the other sailor added:
– He is right you know, boy. These aren't the kind of places for the well-off. You could be dead by now, and there is worse to be had here. You are lucky we were passing by.
– Lucky? I grumbled to myself, wondering what my father would think of me when he heard about this.
After the departure of the two mates, who accompanied me home, my father literally screamed his anger. First at me, as one would expect, then he railed against my attackers. When he threatened to send the guard, I envisioned him having them hung from high.
I fought back,
– No, father! It was my fault, not theirs. I should have changed my clothes before adventuring down there. All they saw were the riches they couldn't have. These people are starving, they live in misery. They need help, not punishment. It is I and only I who brought on my misfortune.
Despite his ire, during his whole tirade, I had kept my head and shoulders upright. That day, I took courage and I expect it was my attitude that gained me forgiveness.
Finally, I came out all right It had cost me a black eye, a split lip, a few bruises, some clothes and two shillings – pocket change stolen by my assailants. But I wasn't punished by my father and he didn't send out the troops. By which miracle had he softened? I will probably never know.
A while later, I found out something else I hadn't expected, and that particularly pleased me. My father had called Good Eye, Bill on board one of his vessels, and he had been promoted to second mate.
Unhappy, Jean Pitt dreamed of adventure and of piracy. His father, a wealthy ship owner, was severe and bad tempered. Jean fled his father's domination by enlisting in the British Royal Navy, where he continued to believe in his destiny. From disappointment to disappointment, to failure in Nova Scotia, he embarked on a buccaneer ship from Louisiana to Canada, where he discovered the most priceless treasure ever sought: Margarita, daughter of the infamous pirate Jean Lafitte.
Professional diver, Marcel Robillard has visited approximately 400 shipwrecks during his career. He was fascinated by the histories of those long forgotten vessels and those soon led him down an entirely unexpected path: the discovery of his own past lives, which he reveals to us with disconcerting certainty. This voyage has made it possible for him to now answer one of the great mysteries of Louisiana –- the location of the treasure of Jean Lafitte, the gentleman pirate of New Orleans, searched for by Americans for over 180 years.
Do you believe that past lives can affect your present life? Possibly you will find more than just an adventure in this book...
As an epilogue, I have related my own experiences with the hope that they may enlighten and guide you on your own path.
Affinity, Marcel.
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