Miss Hissy was born on the 31st October, 1862, on the Faroe Islands, and christened Hisa Isa Rai. As a child she was aloof, cowardly, and extremely bright. She had several large moles, which looked as if caterpillars had laid eggs on her cheekbones. And all the children teased her for it. But when she grew older and flowered into a young lady, the caterpillar eggs hatched and became butterflies. They grew in number until there was a great swarm, which flew beneath her, gently picked her up, and took her far away.
No one knows where Miss Hissy went with the butterflies, and where she was for all the years that followed. Some people tried to guess, and stated the obvious, that she became a great butterfly collector.
Truth is stranger than fiction... and Miss Hissy disappeared for lots of reasons. All of which become entangled in the collective memories of all the people whose lives she had touched. Captain Blackbird for instance, whose marriage proposal she had to reject after thumbing a ride on his ship, was in fact one of the children who used to tease her at school. He didn't recall this, and she didn't remind him. After all, we are all merely tourist's from the past, hurtling through life like limpets clinging to our planetary wiles. One can not always interrupt the outcome of a pirate, by reminding him that he was once too, just a boy...
No one knows where Miss Hissy went with the butterflies, and where she was for all the years that followed. Some people tried to guess, and stated the obvious, that she became a great butterfly collector.
Truth is stranger than fiction... and Miss Hissy disappeared for lots of reasons. All of which become entangled in the collective memories of all the people whose lives she had touched. Captain Blackbird for instance, whose marriage proposal she had to reject after thumbing a ride on his ship, was in fact one of the children who used to tease her at school. He didn't recall this, and she didn't remind him. After all, we are all merely tourist's from the past, hurtling through life like limpets clinging to our planetary wiles. One can not always interrupt the outcome of a pirate, by reminding him that he was once too, just a boy...