Captain James Black stood in the captain?s quarters of the Sea Wolf and held up a pair of his long johns. Anyone who knows anything about sailing a three-masted ship on the ocean in the middle of winter would know how important it is to have a good pair of long johns to wear. Black?s long johns were showing signs of wear and tear, but he would be far too embarrassed to bring them to Fay to see if they could be repaired. No, he?d just have to purchase a new pair.
What he decided to bring instead was that pair of pants that he couldn?t live without. We all have one of those ? that perfect pair of pants that just fits like a glove, is more comfortable than your bed in the morning just when you have to get out of it, and that look so damn good on you that you feel ten times better just wearing them. Then they begin to get thread bear in one place or a rip in another, and yet you still wear them until the day comes when you decide that enough is enough and it?s time to play funeral taps and bid them a teary farewell.
James had a pair just like that; a pair of dark gray, brush denim pants that looked like they were tailored just for him. They now had a rip in the seam that you could slip a cannonball through and they were on the verge of being totally obscene. James put these pants and two shirts into a cotton bag with a draw string.
He then picked up another package that was wrapped in a brightly colored fabric. This package was a gift for Fay. His pirating would often yield some very fine fabrics and James had kept the best of those in his cabin. In the package were some of the finest silks and cloth from the orient, weaves from Turkey, and dyed fabrics from India. It was only a small sampling of each culture, but he chose the best he had and she would know their quality.
Captain Black bathed, and then dressed in clean clothes and shined boots; his hair was combed and a fragrant oil of with a hint of vanilla with almond overtones was applied. He walked down the street, whistling a little sea chantey, looking forward to seeing Fay once again and having dinner with her. He kept referring to the piece of fabric that she had given him with her address embroidered into it, until at last he stood on the step of her shop.
He took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside.
?Fay? Are you here? It?s Captain James Black.?
What he decided to bring instead was that pair of pants that he couldn?t live without. We all have one of those ? that perfect pair of pants that just fits like a glove, is more comfortable than your bed in the morning just when you have to get out of it, and that look so damn good on you that you feel ten times better just wearing them. Then they begin to get thread bear in one place or a rip in another, and yet you still wear them until the day comes when you decide that enough is enough and it?s time to play funeral taps and bid them a teary farewell.
James had a pair just like that; a pair of dark gray, brush denim pants that looked like they were tailored just for him. They now had a rip in the seam that you could slip a cannonball through and they were on the verge of being totally obscene. James put these pants and two shirts into a cotton bag with a draw string.
He then picked up another package that was wrapped in a brightly colored fabric. This package was a gift for Fay. His pirating would often yield some very fine fabrics and James had kept the best of those in his cabin. In the package were some of the finest silks and cloth from the orient, weaves from Turkey, and dyed fabrics from India. It was only a small sampling of each culture, but he chose the best he had and she would know their quality.
Captain Black bathed, and then dressed in clean clothes and shined boots; his hair was combed and a fragrant oil of with a hint of vanilla with almond overtones was applied. He walked down the street, whistling a little sea chantey, looking forward to seeing Fay once again and having dinner with her. He kept referring to the piece of fabric that she had given him with her address embroidered into it, until at last he stood on the step of her shop.
He took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside.
?Fay? Are you here? It?s Captain James Black.?