Cry, Mad Tashtego
"Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia, you're calling me
Now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger
Know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had."
--Caledonia; Celtic Woman
He still dreamed.
They let him dream. They even marveled, liked watching his dreams play out like a living production before their ghostly eyes. Each watch had rotated like their usual in eternity.
For one watch, it meant a direct witnessing of some otherworldly creature's dreams -- some of them nightmarish and some beautiful. For that one watch, the dreams gave them something to think about beyond their eternity of rope, wood, canvas, water and Cape Horn.
They watched him stir as dawn broke over the horizon. They watched as he oriented himself, slowly figuring out that no longer was he on land, let alone in Copper Forge.
They watched in somber silence as he crawled toward the rail and sang.
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He didn't know how he had come from the beach outside of Copper Forge to the salt-marked deck of this unknown ship. It was a ship; that much Renne figured out.
Just which ship, how he'd come here and why, those were the questions he couldn't answer and somehow, his curiosity was a little dampened.
He crawled to the rail and to the unknowing eye, it appeared as if he peered out into the distance -- seeking something beyond the horizon. Renne stayed there, uncaring that eyes were on him. He couldn't swim well enough to reach shore but he couldn't stay here either.
This ship wasn't the kind of ship meant for a life-form to start learning on.
Trapped between an expanse of sea and an unknown ship, Renne held onto his gold-haired doll and began to sing.
His voice rang through the air, intended to be heard by as many souls as possible -- like a desperate distress call in the form of a heartbreaking lament.
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Far in the distance, a brigantine tacked in the wind to slow down. The men aboard her heard the distant cries and stopped to listen more carefully.
"What in the name of -- ?"
"Sir, listen."
The captain stood on deck and hushed.
Minutes later, the hardened old salt of a man stood there with tears in his eyes.
"Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia, you're calling me
Now I'm going home
But if I should become a stranger
Know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything I've ever had."
--Caledonia; Celtic Woman
He still dreamed.
They let him dream. They even marveled, liked watching his dreams play out like a living production before their ghostly eyes. Each watch had rotated like their usual in eternity.
For one watch, it meant a direct witnessing of some otherworldly creature's dreams -- some of them nightmarish and some beautiful. For that one watch, the dreams gave them something to think about beyond their eternity of rope, wood, canvas, water and Cape Horn.
They watched him stir as dawn broke over the horizon. They watched as he oriented himself, slowly figuring out that no longer was he on land, let alone in Copper Forge.
They watched in somber silence as he crawled toward the rail and sang.
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He didn't know how he had come from the beach outside of Copper Forge to the salt-marked deck of this unknown ship. It was a ship; that much Renne figured out.
Just which ship, how he'd come here and why, those were the questions he couldn't answer and somehow, his curiosity was a little dampened.
He crawled to the rail and to the unknowing eye, it appeared as if he peered out into the distance -- seeking something beyond the horizon. Renne stayed there, uncaring that eyes were on him. He couldn't swim well enough to reach shore but he couldn't stay here either.
This ship wasn't the kind of ship meant for a life-form to start learning on.
Trapped between an expanse of sea and an unknown ship, Renne held onto his gold-haired doll and began to sing.
His voice rang through the air, intended to be heard by as many souls as possible -- like a desperate distress call in the form of a heartbreaking lament.
----------------
Far in the distance, a brigantine tacked in the wind to slow down. The men aboard her heard the distant cries and stopped to listen more carefully.
"What in the name of -- ?"
"Sir, listen."
The captain stood on deck and hushed.
Minutes later, the hardened old salt of a man stood there with tears in his eyes.