(50 POINTS EACH)Imagine you are going to lead a discussion about the first chapter of The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle. Make a list of possible discussion questions based on specific passages from the text. What questions do you have? Were you confused by anything? Are there certain events or moments that are worth talking about in detail? List three questions with their corresponding passages in your journal.

At last Mr. Grummage came down to the dock. As he drew near I saw that his face was flushed, with an angry eye that alarmed me. "Is something amiss?" I asked in a whisper. "Not at all!" he snapped. "All is as planned. You have been expected. The ship's cargo is loaded. The captain is ready to sail. But . . ." He trailed off, looked back at the ship, then turned again to me. "It's just that . . . You see, those two families, the ones you would be traveling with, your companions . . . they have not arrived." "But they will," I said, trying to compose myself. "That's not entirely certain," Mr. Grummage allowed. "The second mate informs me that one family sent word that they could not reach Liverpool in time. The other family has a seriously ill child. There is concern that she should not be moved." Again Mr. Grummage glanced over his shoulder at the Sea-hawk as if, in some fashion, these events were the ship's fault. Turning back to me, he continued. "As it stands, Captain Jaggery will accept no delay of departure. Quite proper. He has his orders." "But Mr. Grummage, sir," I asked in dismay, "what shall I do?" "Do? Miss Doyle, your father left orders that you were to travel on this ship at this time. 15 I've very specific, written orders in that regard. He left no money to arrange otherwise. As for myself," he said, "I'm off for Scotland tonight on pressing business." "But surely," I cried, frustrated by the way Mr. Grummage was talking as much as by his news, "surely I mustn't travel alone!"

Why did Zachariah give the blade to Charlotte?

Miss Doyle, please," he said softly, taking the cup but holding me with his eyes, "I have something else to offer." "No more tea, thank you." "No, miss. It is this." He held out a knife. With a scream I jumped back. "No, no! Miss Doyle. Don't misunderstand! I only wish to give you the knife as protection--in case you need it." He placed a wooden sheath on the blade and held it out. The knife was, as I came to understand, what's called a dirk, a small dagger like blade hardly more than six inches in length from its white scrimshaw handle, where a star design was cut, to its needle-sharp point. Horrified, I was capable only of shaking my head.

What were the two men outside of Charlotte's cabin talking about her being witness to?

Then I heard, "The only one I could get to come, sir, is the Doyle girl. And with them looking on, I had to put on a bit of a show about wanting to keep her off." "Quite all right, Mr. Keetch. If there has to be only one, she's the trump. With her as witness, they'll not dare to move. I'm well satisfied." "Thank you, sir."

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