Topic: Shifting Currents

Lucky Duck

Date: 2012-01-27 01:03 EST
It was mid-morning and he stood in the front hall of the townhouse. He was alone in the room and all was quiet as he looked around the room. Everything was still there in its place....the arm chairs, the bar in the corner...the chess board on the coffee table in front of the fire.

Memories filled every room of the townhouse. He could see the faces of family and friends who had lived and visited. He could hear the emotions in their voices as they spoke, laughed, cried, fought. He replayed the games of chess that were played...on and off the board. He drew a deep breath as his gaze swept over the room once more. To look at the room, nothing had changed.

However, for the barrister, the change was palpable.

Lucky Duck

Date: 2012-05-28 20:26 EST
He was standing over a large table in his private study, mapping the course they would sail in a few days. He leaned over the charts, calculating and triangulating the course off the meridian over the numbers and topography and lines drawn out over the map, illustrating the region of the waters they would be sailing through.

The man stood up with a deep breath and stretched out his back, looking over the lines and marks he had made on the charts. A grin ghosted yet unseen beneath the beard. It had been nearly a decade when he had searched out the Captain in the middle of a biting cold winter and set to sail, two men testing nature and the fates.

Lucien had set off each winter thereafter. To set sail in the midst of winter's fury in a ship, testing vessel and man against Ran's jealous furor. A fool's journey, he had been told. A death wish, it had been said. It made the man's blood run. It filled his lungs with breath. What they told him, what they said may have been right...was probably right. But it reminded the barrister he was still alive.