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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
It is dark, cold, damp, surrounded I am. But strangely I am not afraid. More comforted by the darkness. It has a sense, an almost palpable feel to it. No Light creeps in my enclosure. I am totally alone. I can't see but I know this. Am I blind? I think not. Let me start from the beginning. I am young for who I am, but old in so many ways. I've seen and done things in my lifetime that most only imagine. I've watched the sun rise in the Andes, watched the death dance of a firefly. Yet somehow I've missed it all. OH I know that makes no sense to one such as you. There are some things you must experience for yourself. What I mean is I was there, but I didn't appreciate the beauty around me. To caught up in my own thoughts to see the world passing me by. I was born in Madrid. No, I'm not a Spaniard, although I could pass for one. My parents were world travelers when they decided to try parenthood. I day try because they did try. For about 15 minutes. I was promptly shipped off to whom ever would take me. Parenthood got in the way of their social life you see. If I was good did as I was told I might get a remembrance on my birthday. Since I had no one to be good for, I rarely was. I learned about disappointment early in life. My teen years were spent wondering the streets. I signed on as a cabin boy for one of the commercial freighters. I learned about the sea and so much more at the Captains hands. He was a fair and ruthless man. The crew either loved him or hated him. But all followed him. To me he was the father I never had. His gruff, stern countenance and ready sensible advice meant more to me than the things he could teach me. I should have followed his advice more closely. I stayed with the Captain learning about the sea, trade and safe harbors. How and when to sail and the dangers to be avoided. Mostly how to deal with the political and professional morons one had to encounter in trade. At the age of 25 I was elevated to first mate. By 28 I was captaining my own ship. I had been introduced to women at the age of 13, and I still don't understand a one of them. But their soft skin and gentle touch can calm many a worry. Although drinking was a favorite pastime on board and readily available, I wasn't a drinker, more of a watcher. Maybe that’s why I was so unsettled by the passengers boarding that day. A man and two women. Brother and sisters I supposed, I never inquired, and as long as their fare was paid I didn't care. Three particularly beautiful people. The man tall, dark and brooding in looks, just the type the Ladies fell for. The women small, petite. China dolls prefect with their long dark hair and flashing eyes. Just what was unusual about these three I couldn't say. But I was unsettled just the same. The voyage started as all the rest. Calm seas, full winds, and blue skies. There were no complaints from the passenger and the crew seemed to be working well together this trip. The first night passed quietly, the weather held. As was my custom I walked the deck at night. It was the one time I could be alone, relaxed. It was on this night that I encounter one of the passengers. Her name was Anna, long silky brown hair, and eyes of the darkest green, all surrounded by the most sensual aura. She was traveling with family. Her brother and sister resting, but she felt restless. I felt drawn to her immediately. Unlike anything I'd ever felt before. She appeared unaware of her allure. Shy, pure untouched. Nothing I had encountered in a woman before. It became a nightly ritual. We would meet at the rail and walk the deck together nightly. I told her of my travels and she in turn told me about her family and life. After a week of this I asked to meet her family. She seemed strangely reluctant. I assured her that my intention were honorable. With much hesitation she finally agreed, but asked me to forgive her family in advance. I assured her that by not having a family of my own I could hardly judge someone else's. I planned for a Captain's dinner. Several of the other passengers were invited, along with Anna's family. Less awkward this way, I thought. The night finally arrived. I was very nervous, an unusual experience for me. When my guest started to arrive I felt better, more confident. Then Anna and her family arrived. Her brother John was tall and very intense, a wolf's smile on his face, and the tact of a dockworker. He inquired very loudly if I was the one 'sniffing at my sisters skirts?' I was mortified, more for Anna then myself. The sister Clarice was an over done aging Lady, very brassy and crass. She laughed a lot, and loudly. Dinner went over without a problem. Finally all but Anna's family had left. 'So. You think you want to be part of our little family? Have you any idea what would be required of you? Have you any idea of who we are?" ask John. I attributed his strange questions to the amount of wine he had drunk. With a quizzical glance I said "No. I don't. Why don't you tell me." I thought I was prepared. I was wrong so very wrong. . ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. [This message has been edited by Watcher666 (edited 10-22-1999).] |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
very well written....Im hoping there will be a sequel (?) ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
More,more more. Excellent 666 !! Jennifer Lee  |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Oh yes. I would like some more of this story as well. Please contiue. |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
Watcher, this one pulled me very well indeed and I as well lok for the coming of the next installment. ------------------ Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© |
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Julie Jordan Scott Member
since 1999-09-19
Posts 146Bakersfield, CA USA |
I am dying to know who Anna's family is...and who the Captain is as well. Fascinating characters.....THANKS and PLEASE write more! ------------------ Julie Jordan Scott is a Freelance Writer and Public Speaker, but her favorite role is that of Mommy! Visit her website at http://www.5passions.com |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Ditto on the sequel!! And hurry!!! Great dark lurker! |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Okay....you got me hooked, reel me in Nicely done piece of prose, the imagery is terrific. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
You can't just leave us all hanging. This was well done and your prose so smooth. I cold see it all in my minds-eye. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Enthralling...I'm off to part two. ------------------ Michael Anderson Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? |
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