January 19th, 2007 - To All Things
It was chilly, but some warmer than it had been. And the Al Na'ir's name was painted in gold on her bows, along the black line; the final touch on a long several weeks of hard work.
That didn't leave much to do, aside to give the crew liberty to enjoy themselves and to start provisioning the little brigantine for her first foray under her new command structure. She was as ready as she ever could be, and her captain and first mate weren't terribly far behind.
"Who're you voting for?" Archie asked, taking a sip of his coffee as he leaned on the port bulwark. "And for that matter, are we even staying long enough for the election?"
"I didn't go to all the trouble of stirring things up just to not cast my ballot," Harold replied, looking off across the dockyards. "I'm probably going to cast my lot with Albaelia. She seems rather young, but she's got the best ideas of 'em, at least from what I could tell."
"And this navy you two spoke of raising? Do you plan on serving in it?"
Harry glanced over sidelong, then went back to his previous gaze into relative nothingness. "I don't know. If I were called upon, I would, but I'm not a navyman at heart and doubt I ever would be. Not to say I wouldn't fight for Rhy'Din and to protect merchant shipping, but cannons have always been more your forte than mine."
Archie made a noncommittal sound in answer, looking down into his coffee mug, then jumped topics. "I invited my class to come see the brigantine this afternoon. With their parents, of course."
"Want me to tell the crew to stick around to show 'em the ropes, Captain?" Harry asked, grinning a little. "I'm sure they'd be inclined."
"It would be a good idea, yes," Archie answered, shaking his head a little to himself at the 'Captain' thing. That was going to be another thing that took some getting used to. "They'll have plenty of time to go and get themselves into trouble after this evening."
"All right, then. I'll be back." Harold pushed himself off of the bulwark and went to round up his crew.
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It didn't take Harry long to round up the crew and ask them to stick around. Not surprisingly, they all obliged; he was a bit heartened to see how they were all working together, as much friends as shipmates. By the time he came back, though, Archie was occupied with a handful of parents and children who had already arrived.
So he stood back and watched, crossing his arms.
It was another heartwarming sort of sight -- Kennedy must've been a reasonably popular teacher, given the three or four apples he was already trying to keep a grip on, and given the good-natured expressions on the parents' faces. He thought about going and ribbing his friend a bit; he'd said and thought more than once that Archie would be a good father, and seeing him interacting with his schoolchildren only made that sense stronger. But for now, he didn't -- he just watched and stayed well back so he wouldn't be drawn into any conversations.
He still had to sit down and properly write a letter to Lil. It was not a task that he was looking forward to, and it was a slightly sharp reminder that his own wish for a wife and children was very likely never going to come to be. In a way, he supposed that was for the best -- afterall, having a family and still sailing wasn't an easy life to maintain. Not for the family at home, or for the man at sea; widows walks everywhere attested to that.
Still, he wished things had gone differently. He loved his life, despite his moments of inner turmoil, but Lil drifting away had been a harsh thing to come to grips with. He had thought for a very long time that they were made of sterner stuff than that.
Nothing could be done about it now, though, and he knew he wouldn't do anything about it if he even could. So he simply enjoyed the moment watching his best friend interacting brightly, even on a gloomy day, with people who admired him.
If anyone deserved to feel proud and bright, it was Archie.
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The children were crowding around him even after the parents had long since wandered off to look at the ship. In many cases, Archie would have imagined that the parents would have been more interested in the inner workings of a ship, but it had turned out to be the handful of young faces instead.
It wasn't like there was anything particularly exciting about the life of a sailor, but his students always had a new question for him. Admittedly, they were often very juvenile questions, but he wouldn't expect them to see the very adult side of a life on the ocean. And, in a way, he enjoyed the young perspectives they usually brought forth.
As they walked along the deck of the ship together (more a gaggle than a group, really), Archie pointed out some lines and offered up some easily remembered terms to the children. They seemed less interested in the ship and more interested in what might happen to their teacher when he left.
"Will you be back for the Easter play?" One of the little boys asked, tugging at Archie's peacoat.
Kennedy shoved his hands into his apple-stuffed pockets and leaned against some ropes, all the while considering his words carefully. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint the children. "I don't think I can be back by then, no." He wouldn't lie to them -- they deserved better than that.
"We were going to get a class pet, remember? You said we could have a turtle or a bunny..." One of the girls practically pleaded, causing the rest of the class to sound off in groans and half-complaints.
"I believe I stated that we might get a class pet. Besides, which of you ruffians are going to come in to classroom on the weekends and holidays to take care of it?" Archie leaned forward and gave them all a mock-disgusted look, shaking his head dramatically. "Not I!"
The children giggled at the theatrics they were so used to, and jumped up and down in a chorus of comments and questions that Archie couldn't make head or tails of.
If he was being totally honest with himself, he would have admitted outright that he was going to miss his students. He had spent a lot of his spare time (which didn't total nearly as many hours as he would have liked) figuring out ways to challenge them, and it really did surprise him how easily and quickly they learned whatever he had put in front of them.
The children were still making one heck of a racket, and Kennedy finally put his finger up to his lips to quiet them down. It only took a moment, and he then had to deal with a lot of very intent little faces looking up at him.
"I know that it's not fair of me to just leave you all in the middle of the school year, but you've proven yourselves to be very mature and welcoming students," he said, crossing his arms and grinning down at his students, "and I expect you to treat your next teacher with the same respect that you've always afforded me."
As if they were in the classroom, the students remained quiet and focused on what was being said to them; no one interrupted, no one let their attention wander.
"Some times we all have to deal with people leaving. Do you any of you remember what I said my favorite Shakespearean tragedy was?"
It took a moment for the children to stir, and they looked at each other, trying to remember back to the first few days with their new teacher. Finally, one of the girls raised her hand and spoke up when she was called on, "It was Julius Caesar, right?"
Kennedy grinned and nodded. "That's absolutely right." Pausing, he thought over how he was going to word the next part. He hadn't been planning to have a goodbye speech, or anything but some handshakes and some hugs, but it just seemed like he had to say something.
And while he thought about it, somewhere in his mind he wondered if his father ever felt the same way at the end of the school year. It seemed like it would be different to part with adults, and Archie had grown so attached to his students, he was almost melancholy at the thought of leaving them behind. Maybe it was the same with adults, and his father had felt it too, but he didn't think it could be exactly the same.
While teaching and advancing students through learning remained very similar on every level of education, it wasn't so often that someone could say they purposely molded a student's learning habits and outlook on the world. Archie Kennedy had not taken up the job to change those children, but he had inadvertently made it a practice for them to question right and wrong, and to think outside of the normal realm of things. Even if he could never make it back to teach them again, he hoped that they would remain just as curious and open far into their lives.
"At the battlefield at Philippi (not long before the war between those loyal to Caesar's name and the conspirators) Cassius and Brutus mended their ways. Now, this is a good lesson for all of you: Just because you've had a fight with a friend, it doesn't mean that the friendship ends.
"After the battle began, Brutus commented to Cassius with a statement that I would be proud and honored to pass on to all of you." Kennedy smiled and crouched down to the level of his students, looking them over with a great amount of fondness. He really was going to miss them.
"'If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;'" he paused and closed his eyes before continuing on with his quote, "'if not, why then this parting is well made.'"
Just as he finished with his words to his students, a group of parents filtered back towards them. As unfortunate as it seemed to be, it was time for everyone to part and Archie stood up to say goodbye to parents and students alike.
It probably wouldn't hit him until later, but for the moment, he was all right with leaving everything at that. Between the hugs and handshakes, he promised his students that he would write as often as possible, and encouraged them to write back. At least then they would all have some mail to look forward to.
When it finally came time for everyone to step off the ship, he followed them down on to the docks and waved his goodbyes. It wasn't until everyone was long gone and he was back on the ship that he noticed the envelope in his pocket full of apples.
He shook the rather heavy little envelope and raised an eyebrow, half paying attention to where he was going on the ship. His name was written in very messy letters on the front of the envelope, but they had spelled it correctly, and even added his title of Captain in front (instead of Lieutenant, which they were far more used to).
Stopping to lean against the port bulwark once again, he upended the envelope and let several gold coins fall into his hand. Immediately, he was certain he knew the reason for the money, but he wasn't going to venture a guess until he was absolutely sure. So, finally, he pulled the letter out and read it:
"Five gold pieces and you work for us now."
Archie chuckled and headed off to find Harry, fully intent on finding some time to return the money before they shipped out.
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Harry took one more shot at the foremast. While the crew was below, gathering up their seabags for their shore leave, and while Archie was seeing off his gaggle of students and parents, he took the moment to try once more to make the climb.
He'd made the effort a few times over the past week or so, though he had yet to gain the upper topgallant yard. At first it was deeply frustrating, and then it faded into a sort of grim determination.
Even as the sun was fading out of the sky, he pulled himself up the portside shrouds. It certainly didn't hurt any less; the more he climbed, the more his arm protested the abuse. But it was, even though he had not even allowed himself to think it, now or never.
He focused on Sirin, and how her back had nearly kept her from the sea; focused, too, on Lil and how she feared for her firing arm when drawing her bow. He thought of Ran and his collar, and Renne and his backbone; thought about Cinder and the dolshie, Maggie going home to Ireland. He thought about all the people who had left...
...and all of those who came back home.
He wasn't sure there had ever been a moment he felt quite so whipped as when he looked out over the salvage yard, and Rhy'Din, and the sea from the upper topgallant yard. But even beat, he took a certain cool-headed pride that he was beat on the highest part of the mast he could possibly need to climb in his duties.
He took a moment to enjoy the view, nevermind catch his breath, then slowly worked his way back down.
It didn't surprise him to find Archie waiting down there. Nor did the look he got, which he easily was able to read -- an understanding, a kind chastisement not to overdo it, but at the same time, a salute. It made the climb even more worth it, really.
"Home?" Archie asked.
"One more thing to do," Harold replied, taking a deep breath and letting it back out again slowly. "I'll be along shortly."
Archie nodded, but made no move to head back to the Maritime. Though he hadn't learned all of the traditions that went along with the merchant marine side of sailing, he knew there were those that a captain wasn't a part of -- those that belonged to the first mate, and to the crew. "I'll wait."
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The crew of the brigantine Al Na'ir looked up at their occasionally bully first mate expectantly, as the first flakes of snow began to fall in the darkness of night. Their occasionally bully first mate looked back with a wry half-grin, holding onto the time honored tradition.
It was understated. It always was.
They'd been paid for this stint of work, and knew to be back if they wanted to set sail by the first of February. That only left one final thing.
Harold said only four words, and those words echoed across eras and across generations.
"That'll do the crew."
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(Co-written with Archie's mun.)