Three Strangers in my World

(The Famous Five)

The perspective of George Kirrin- captain of her own tide yet one of the five

I don’t like company. I never did.
I keep my thoughts, my dreams well hid.
The sea and Timmy are all I need-
Not chatter, games, or social speed.

Anne, they say, is “nice and neat,”
The type who folds her hands and feet.
She’ll cry at thunder, squeak at sand-
What place has she in Kirrin land?

Julian’s tall, all smug and wise,
With polished words and perfect ties.
He’ll think he knows what’s best to do-
I’ll gladly prove that isn’t true.

And Dick? A joker, loud and slick,
Too quick to laugh, too fast, too quick.
He’ll treat it all like just a game-
Adventure’s not a thing to tame.

They’d bring their noise, their plans, their fun-
I feared they'd chase away the sun.
I liked the quiet, the salt, the breeze,
The creak of oars, the gulls, the seas.
And I- I was just fine alone,
In my cave of thoughts, my islanded home.

They'd try to change me. Girls should be sweet.
I liked trousers, mud, and bare feet.
What if they laughed? What if they pried?
It’s better to scoff, to turn and hide.

This place is mine.
The cliffs, the cove.
The wind that sings through every grove.

So let them come. But I’ll be still.
They won’t bend me, they never will.
I’ll take the storms, the salt, the sting-
And be myself through everything.

But then I saw the way they looked-
Not bored, not scared, not story-booked.
Their eyes lit up at sea and sky,
And none of them asked why I’m “I.”

They listened. Fought. They didn’t run.
They chased the clues, they made it fun.
They didn’t tell me I’m too wild-
They stood beside me all the while.

And Timmy loved them. That was strange.
He trusted quick- he’s not that way.
He growled at fools, he barked at lies.
But he liked them… and so did I.

We chased a thief, we climbed a cliff.
We found a map, we solved the rift.
They weren’t bad- not soft or sly.
They didn’t blink, or question why.

So maybe, just for now, they’ll do.
They don’t feel false. They feel… quite true.
But I’ll still scowl, and guard my shore-
Even if I like them more and more.