The old sea dog
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pandora_parrotThis is a story from a dream I had last night
Prologue
Christof peered through the spyglass atop the lighthouse and looked into the distance. A dark blotch on the horizon suggested that there may be storms in a day or two. Sighing, he put away the hour glass and climbed down the stairway to go warn the rest of the compound.
Christof carefully picked his way across the strange black rocks that made us this odd crescent island and arrived at the large compound. He found his way to the main living area. Several of the brethren were gathered there and he looked about to find the head master. He found him sitting in his great chair, reading some parchment or other.
"Sir," he said, "There's a storm comin'. Looks like it could be a bad one. Prolly hit tomorra."
The head master turned away from the parchment and looked up at Christof, "Very well. Tell the others."
"Should I warn the sea dog?" Christof inquired. It seemed the right thing to do.
The head master nodded and returned his gaze to his parchment.
Christof immediately headed for the sea dog's favorite place on the island: The chapel cave. Christof loved that cave. The brethren had found it when they had arrived, and it was why they built their compound on the island. Oh and that wall. That incredible wall... The Wall of God. Christof had never seen anything like it in his life.
As usual, the sea dog was sitting in the chapel, staring up at Wall of God. He did this all the time, but always refused to explain himself. When the brethren arrived on the island, the sea dog was already here. He helped them build their compound and showed them where the best fishing spots were in the area. But he was always quiet. Kept to himself. And told no one of how he had come to be there. Most of the brethren simply took him for part of the strangeness of the island, these days.
Christof timidly called out to the grizzled old man, "Sir?"
The sea dog turned away from the wall and looked at Christof.
"Sir, I just wanted to let you know that there's a storm coming."
The sea dog nodded and began to gather his things to leave. While he waited for the old man to Christof looked at the wall of God himself. The wall of God. The entire front face of the cave was an amazing sloped wall reaching 30 feet up. It was covered with thousands of small translucent colored rocks. Because the rock was only an inch thick, light poured through the rocks, making it look like natural stained glass window like you might find in the great cathedrals.
"Oh! That's funny! I hadn't noticed that color before!" Christof commented as he waited. Among all of the red, green, purple, and yellow stones, there was a single light blue stone, high up on the wall.
The grizzled man immediately stopped what he was doing and looked sharply at Christof, "What did you say?"
"That stone there. It looks almost cyan. I can't believe I've missed it before!"
The old pirate suddenly moved with surprising speed for such an old man, and came to Christof's side. He spoke urgently, "Where? Tell me where it is. Tell me!"
Christof pointed again, and the man searched frantically. He stopped, seeing where Christof was pointing, and seemed shaken for a moment. Then he began to laugh. A raspy laughter that echoed throughout the chapel, his voice booming in Christof's ears.
He muttered, chuckling, seemingly to himself as if Christof wasn't there, "It's coming. Heh. heh. Heh. It's coming!"
If you want to hear more of this story, poke me about it so that I can finish it. It's a four chapter short story based on a dream I had last night.
Prologue
Christof peered through the spyglass atop the lighthouse and looked into the distance. A dark blotch on the horizon suggested that there may be storms in a day or two. Sighing, he put away the hour glass and climbed down the stairway to go warn the rest of the compound.
Christof carefully picked his way across the strange black rocks that made us this odd crescent island and arrived at the large compound. He found his way to the main living area. Several of the brethren were gathered there and he looked about to find the head master. He found him sitting in his great chair, reading some parchment or other.
"Sir," he said, "There's a storm comin'. Looks like it could be a bad one. Prolly hit tomorra."
The head master turned away from the parchment and looked up at Christof, "Very well. Tell the others."
"Should I warn the sea dog?" Christof inquired. It seemed the right thing to do.
The head master nodded and returned his gaze to his parchment.
Christof immediately headed for the sea dog's favorite place on the island: The chapel cave. Christof loved that cave. The brethren had found it when they had arrived, and it was why they built their compound on the island. Oh and that wall. That incredible wall... The Wall of God. Christof had never seen anything like it in his life.
As usual, the sea dog was sitting in the chapel, staring up at Wall of God. He did this all the time, but always refused to explain himself. When the brethren arrived on the island, the sea dog was already here. He helped them build their compound and showed them where the best fishing spots were in the area. But he was always quiet. Kept to himself. And told no one of how he had come to be there. Most of the brethren simply took him for part of the strangeness of the island, these days.
Christof timidly called out to the grizzled old man, "Sir?"
The sea dog turned away from the wall and looked at Christof.
"Sir, I just wanted to let you know that there's a storm coming."
The sea dog nodded and began to gather his things to leave. While he waited for the old man to Christof looked at the wall of God himself. The wall of God. The entire front face of the cave was an amazing sloped wall reaching 30 feet up. It was covered with thousands of small translucent colored rocks. Because the rock was only an inch thick, light poured through the rocks, making it look like natural stained glass window like you might find in the great cathedrals.
"Oh! That's funny! I hadn't noticed that color before!" Christof commented as he waited. Among all of the red, green, purple, and yellow stones, there was a single light blue stone, high up on the wall.
The grizzled man immediately stopped what he was doing and looked sharply at Christof, "What did you say?"
"That stone there. It looks almost cyan. I can't believe I've missed it before!"
The old pirate suddenly moved with surprising speed for such an old man, and came to Christof's side. He spoke urgently, "Where? Tell me where it is. Tell me!"
Christof pointed again, and the man searched frantically. He stopped, seeing where Christof was pointing, and seemed shaken for a moment. Then he began to laugh. A raspy laughter that echoed throughout the chapel, his voice booming in Christof's ears.
He muttered, chuckling, seemingly to himself as if Christof wasn't there, "It's coming. Heh. heh. Heh. It's coming!"
If you want to hear more of this story, poke me about it so that I can finish it. It's a four chapter short story based on a dream I had last night.
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Date: 2010-07-24 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-24 07:59 pm (UTC)I like it!
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Date: 2010-07-24 08:40 pm (UTC)23 years later, that kidnapping dream story now spans 3113BC to 3797AD, four worlds, two alternate universes, 10 novels of material and one very old and tired man.
Wanna see episode 1?
http://dolari.deviantart.com/art/The-Book-of-Xand-Episode-1-82095648