Wednesday, April 6, 2011

rough draft of cristobal

Darlington was well respected on land and on sea. He had reputation for being a great swordsman as well. A master with the sword an expert at fencing. He owned a fleet of ships like a boy would have a box of toy soliders. The money was inherieted and handed down for several generations in his family.
His father was in charge of the military and had pull in the courts as well. Noe one would ever question or challenge his authority at least no one who knew any better.
LaRose was an open eyed free spirit who followed his heart. His mind and body were both solid and srong but his heart often got him in trouble.
He didn’t fall in love easily, but he wanted to know this lady on the shore. He wanted to know everything and more. Who was she? What were her hobbies? Did she walk into the village with a handerchefikf and patt her forehead to eliminate eventeh tiniest hint of a swaet and twirl an umbrella on a sunny day? Did she avoid puddles at all cost? Didd she handle itemds with gloves? Was she her own woman? Did she have a brain? And more importantly did she use it? What was her opinon on the world the war politics religion almost all one and the same? Did she have a cause or was she mrely a monateroy donation at a chartity a token a presence a trophy or was she truly the award.
Did she like fancy things how did she treat her maids her servants? What was she doing here today in this very spot? What was her purpose her destination her fate. Did our pathes cross intersect or go separate ways? Was she my paralle line that I could never touch? Or were were the same line? Was she the x of os many treasures I heard about as a child?

Cristobal was merely a ship hand on this voyage on this voyage. He learned the trade from his father who was forced into service after being a life long master carpernter. His father never rose in rank, but he worked hard and knew everything about a ship. He knew his way hme no matter where this ship lay under the blanket of the stars. He was a family man. His job was more important than the first lieetuent and everyone else on board. The doctor, the cook, the carpenters all were over looked. He saved the ship from the graveyard of he sea and every sailor from drowning.
The storm reaked havic on the sails and the cannon balls destroyed the poles. A ship with no sails is often like a dropped anchor. He had to salvage what he could and fix and cut and hammer and construct as best he could. He had to ptatch holes and on top of all that he had to fight and he hadto be a father to a host of young and often inexperienced sailors. The rations were low and the trips were dastardily long. Homesick, seasick, natural dieses set in. He would have to tend to those needs ad the doctors was a drunk and he himself was not cut out or meant for the effects of the sea. A minor wound could mean death and a needle through the nose and a toss into the sea as the waves rose.
His father told so many stories so many nightmares that were real fictional accounts of what happened. He tried to scare him from that lifestyle from that ordeal. It only made him more curious more interested more brave and daring. When most boys learned their ABC’s he was tying knots and charging the stars, studying maps and reading about explorers. He dualed with wooden swords and battle local boys with slingshots. Everyday a new bruise a black eye and dirt mixed with blood. He was tough and he had the scars to prove it. Wild as he was he was tamed and disciplined and smart. His love for exploration broadened his mind to great lengths.
Through interests and imagination he learned what everyone else did just a different way . His way, his method, his ideas and he enjoyed it. He learned to read, science, math all through his traning to be master of the sea. He didn’t know the despair his father went through when you wer away from your love at home. He would realize it when he has to part from Isabella. The commitment it took , the lives it took, the lives it effected. When away at sea he left nothing behind noe he left everything so much to lose and what could he possibly gain at sea?Admirality? medals? Fame fortune treasure recommandations honors on paper?

1 comment:

Divine Pixel said...

Absolutely Breathtaking!

I love how imagery flows through and so vivid.
I am very much curious to see what you going to make of this draft.