Managed to squeeze one more page in at the expense of my back!! I was hoping to finish this chapter for this month’s update (there are 2 more pages left) but alas! Til next time!
I’ve also written a historical context blog post about scrimshaw to accompany this page. You can read it : here! :
↓ Transcript
Panel 1 [Closer shot of Adelaide looking towards Lawrence, speaking conspiratorially, but with a sense of humor]
ADELAIDE:
You were wise to bring an amusement. I imagine many men are less accustomed to weathering monotony than women. I tell you, a day in the home feels like it holds forty hours sometimes.
Panel 2 [Same shot, but she’s angling her head to the side, grinning with her eyes closed in a self-satisfied way as she mimes pulling a thread.]
ADELAIDE:
But, I can mend a wound just as I mend a dress.
LAWRENCE:
Impressive.
Panel 3[Adelaide turns slightly to face amidships and Lawrence follows her gaze. In the foreground, Joseph and Josué are eating on the main hatch. Joseph kicks away a large pig trying to stick its snout on his plate. Josué is laughing slightly.]
ADELAIDE:
It’s curious…whalers eventually become quite domestic out here during the doldrums, if the gifts they bring home are any testament to that.
JOSEPH: Tchht! Get! Damned pigs...When're we makin' this one into a pie?
Panel 4 [A panel on a black ground showing a variety of items as Adelaide's voice comes off screen. There's an intricately carved bust reading 'beloved forget me not', clothespins and needles, a needle case with a whaling scene etched on the side, a pie crimper shaped like a hippocampus, and a yarn swift]
ADELAIDE:
They whittle away the hours making their sweethearts valentines out of the jaws of leviathans.
Panel 5 [Small panel of Lawrence looking contemplative, Adelaide glancing over at him]
LAWRENCE:
What a bizarre world this is, mid-ocean.
ADELAIDE:
Indeed. But they’re all so accustomed to it that our land feels stranger to them.
ADELAIDE:
You were wise to bring an amusement. I imagine many men are less accustomed to weathering monotony than women. I tell you, a day in the home feels like it holds forty hours sometimes.
Panel 2 [Same shot, but she’s angling her head to the side, grinning with her eyes closed in a self-satisfied way as she mimes pulling a thread.]
ADELAIDE:
But, I can mend a wound just as I mend a dress.
LAWRENCE:
Impressive.
Panel 3[Adelaide turns slightly to face amidships and Lawrence follows her gaze. In the foreground, Joseph and Josué are eating on the main hatch. Joseph kicks away a large pig trying to stick its snout on his plate. Josué is laughing slightly.]
ADELAIDE:
It’s curious…whalers eventually become quite domestic out here during the doldrums, if the gifts they bring home are any testament to that.
JOSEPH: Tchht! Get! Damned pigs...When're we makin' this one into a pie?
Panel 4 [A panel on a black ground showing a variety of items as Adelaide's voice comes off screen. There's an intricately carved bust reading 'beloved forget me not', clothespins and needles, a needle case with a whaling scene etched on the side, a pie crimper shaped like a hippocampus, and a yarn swift]
ADELAIDE:
They whittle away the hours making their sweethearts valentines out of the jaws of leviathans.
Panel 5 [Small panel of Lawrence looking contemplative, Adelaide glancing over at him]
LAWRENCE:
What a bizarre world this is, mid-ocean.
ADELAIDE:
Indeed. But they’re all so accustomed to it that our land feels stranger to them.
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