Nox Noctis Mille Luna
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When I woke up the boat as still sailing towards the virgin islands, from what I gathered we just passed the Dominican Republic and are headed toward Puerto Rico. It was going to be another 5-6 hours before we came anywhere near the Virgin Islands. When I looked at a clock it was about 6am local time. I was cursing myself this jet lag is going to be the death of me yet.
I decided it would be nice to actually see the wheel house of this ship, I’ve only seen it once but then I really didn’t get to see it, how everything works and seeing as how we are in open water, it would be kind of fun to actually take the helm.
“Good morning Jack,” Tim said as he sipped some coffee. “Interested in taking the wheel?”
I don’t know how he knew what I was thinking but it was kind of neat being asked that. It put the strain off of me of asking. “Uh what do I do?”
“It’s just like driving a car that’s been put on cruise control,” Tim said as he moved to the side. “The only difference is that this is about 20 times bigger than a car and is moving slower.”
I just laughed a bit as I sat there; it was surprising to me how easily the ship turned in the water. “So why did you become a yacht captain?” I found myself asking, after a few minutes.
“Same reason you bought this boat I guess,” Tim said. “To see what the world is like. Though it took a toll on my marriage, †˜you are never home’, †˜you are never here’, †˜you are always at some tropical paradise while I’m stuck here’.”
“Things your ex-wife said?” I let slip out of my mouth.
“Eh, yeah,” Tim sighed. “She left me because I was never home, took the house, the car, everything, but 250 thousand I had in account that was in my name only. Thank god for that, if her name was on that I would not have a cent to my name. The last time I saw my son was a week ago. He shook my hand and said to take care of myself. My Ex-wife just scowled at me and said †˜Typical you, running off somewhere.’ I just looked her in the eye, smiling. And told her, †˜we all can’t bleed someone dry of everything they own.’ It was priceless watching her face as she tried to think of something to say. She never got the chance; I was back in the taxi and on my way to the harbor.”
“Women,” I sighed. “We do everything we can for them and half the time they rip out our hearts and crush them.”
“Sounds like a bad moment between you and someone in the past,” Tim said as he sipped on his coffee watching the instrument panels.
“Six years ago,” I said. “I was contemplating suicide, because of her. I thought we were the perfect couple, until I found her cheating on me. I gave her the one thing I could never give to anyone else. And yet she betrayed me. I actually had the gun loaded and in my hand. It’s actually this side arm that I carry,” I patted my left side. “But then I realized something. As much as I cared for her, she ripped my heart out and threw it away. There is still that part of me that regrets that ever happening, but then I told myself, move on, find someone who will love me for who I am and not do that again.”
“And how has that turned out for you?” Tim asked.
“It hasn’t,” I sighed. “I have not had a serious relationship in 6 years. I have had girlfriends on and off but nothing ever got too serious.”
“I know how you feel,” Tim said. “I’ve had the same happen to me. I’ve even contemplated Suicide one time in my life and actually tried to do so. Someone found me and got me to a hospital before any real damage could be done. I’ve had a changed outlook on life since then.” I decided that it’s best not to end my existence when there are reasons I’m still here.”
“That’s the way I see it,” I sighed. “As alone as I feel, there is a reason I am this way. There is someone out there for me; I have yet to find this person. One day I will, but until then I’ll keep my heart close by.”
I talked with Tim for a few more minutes as I controlled the boat until hunger started to set in and I moved back down towards the interior of the boat. The smell of breakfast was filling the air and my mouth started watering.
“Pierre I wish you the best of luck with your venture into the culinary business,” I said after a few bites. “Hell I’d even go into business with you. You take care of the workings of the business, and I’ll handle the business side of it.”
“I may take you up on that offer,” Pierre said. “I’m just glad you are actually brave enough to eat the things I cook. 95% of the time I’ve never cooked it or just make it up as I go. Though I do write down my recipes for what I do fix as to keep them for later use.”
“So you are using me as a guinea pig?” I laughed.
“If you want to think of it that way,” Pierre said. “Yes. That is partly why I am here. I’m 19 years old fresh out of culinary school and still trying to find my own style. I thought seeing the world and trying new and different things would be a great experience. Maybe when this is all said and done open a restaurant of the world, serving delicacies from across the globe.”
“Wait,” I said putting my hand up. “You are telling me that you are only 19?”
“Yes,” Pierre said. “On board this ship I am the youngest person. Though by how I act I seem much older.”
“That’s the damn truth,” I said as I took a sip of orange juice. “I thought you were older than me, but that’s just out there thinking that, anymore.”
“No sir,” Pierre laughed. I’m only 19, sorry to break it to you.”
“That’s quite alright,” I said as I finished my breakfast. “Good as usual. Now if someone needs me I’m going to be looking over my maps, in my suite.”
As I stood up, I grabbed a few Crusaunts from the basket and walked back to my cabin where I spread a map out and looked at it. From the Virgin Islands I had a choice; I could go through the Panama Canal, or around the tip of South America, through The Sea of Magellan. The factors in this the price of fuel or the price of traveling through the Panama Canal, and the sights along the route of both.
If I take the Panama Canal I’ll be able to visit Japan that much sooner, and see my family, all that much sooner. Something I would like to do, but then that would mean a hefty price in tolls just to cross. While on the other hand longer distance and more fuel, means traveling by Rio de Janeiro. That would give me the chance to see, the famed beaches of Rio, and Christ the Redeemer.
A knock at the door brought me back to the present, “Ah sir we are about to the islands.” Hans said as he poked his head in. Please be ready.”
“Uh yeah sure,” I said taking a bite of a crusaunt, as I rolled up my maps, and dressed more properly for something other than a day on the boat.
It was about an hour or so later that we docked in the harbor of sort’s waiting for the port authority I paced the hull back and forth, my papers in hand for verification, and awaiting inspection.
A small group of personnel came aboard the boat, to inspect everything. I had made sure any dangerous equipment was locked up, such as my gun collection and the personal arms of Joe and Mason were secured as well. These two may be licensed mercenaries but it still does not stop them from being above the law.
It’s a pain to watch someone go through your personal life, to make sure you do not have anything “illegal”, on board. But I do regress that it is a must with today’s society. It’s possible for anyone to be a potential threat to the safety of the general public.
Once everything was said and done, a friendly hand shake and greetings to the Virgin Islands, I set foot off the boat and into a new world for me. My first order of business, sample the local flavor, markets, music, food, and maybe find a bar or club to party the night away at.
I decided it would be nice to actually see the wheel house of this ship, I’ve only seen it once but then I really didn’t get to see it, how everything works and seeing as how we are in open water, it would be kind of fun to actually take the helm.
“Good morning Jack,” Tim said as he sipped some coffee. “Interested in taking the wheel?”
I don’t know how he knew what I was thinking but it was kind of neat being asked that. It put the strain off of me of asking. “Uh what do I do?”
“It’s just like driving a car that’s been put on cruise control,” Tim said as he moved to the side. “The only difference is that this is about 20 times bigger than a car and is moving slower.”
I just laughed a bit as I sat there; it was surprising to me how easily the ship turned in the water. “So why did you become a yacht captain?” I found myself asking, after a few minutes.
“Same reason you bought this boat I guess,” Tim said. “To see what the world is like. Though it took a toll on my marriage, †˜you are never home’, †˜you are never here’, †˜you are always at some tropical paradise while I’m stuck here’.”
“Things your ex-wife said?” I let slip out of my mouth.
“Eh, yeah,” Tim sighed. “She left me because I was never home, took the house, the car, everything, but 250 thousand I had in account that was in my name only. Thank god for that, if her name was on that I would not have a cent to my name. The last time I saw my son was a week ago. He shook my hand and said to take care of myself. My Ex-wife just scowled at me and said †˜Typical you, running off somewhere.’ I just looked her in the eye, smiling. And told her, †˜we all can’t bleed someone dry of everything they own.’ It was priceless watching her face as she tried to think of something to say. She never got the chance; I was back in the taxi and on my way to the harbor.”
“Women,” I sighed. “We do everything we can for them and half the time they rip out our hearts and crush them.”
“Sounds like a bad moment between you and someone in the past,” Tim said as he sipped on his coffee watching the instrument panels.
“Six years ago,” I said. “I was contemplating suicide, because of her. I thought we were the perfect couple, until I found her cheating on me. I gave her the one thing I could never give to anyone else. And yet she betrayed me. I actually had the gun loaded and in my hand. It’s actually this side arm that I carry,” I patted my left side. “But then I realized something. As much as I cared for her, she ripped my heart out and threw it away. There is still that part of me that regrets that ever happening, but then I told myself, move on, find someone who will love me for who I am and not do that again.”
“And how has that turned out for you?” Tim asked.
“It hasn’t,” I sighed. “I have not had a serious relationship in 6 years. I have had girlfriends on and off but nothing ever got too serious.”
“I know how you feel,” Tim said. “I’ve had the same happen to me. I’ve even contemplated Suicide one time in my life and actually tried to do so. Someone found me and got me to a hospital before any real damage could be done. I’ve had a changed outlook on life since then.” I decided that it’s best not to end my existence when there are reasons I’m still here.”
“That’s the way I see it,” I sighed. “As alone as I feel, there is a reason I am this way. There is someone out there for me; I have yet to find this person. One day I will, but until then I’ll keep my heart close by.”
I talked with Tim for a few more minutes as I controlled the boat until hunger started to set in and I moved back down towards the interior of the boat. The smell of breakfast was filling the air and my mouth started watering.
“Pierre I wish you the best of luck with your venture into the culinary business,” I said after a few bites. “Hell I’d even go into business with you. You take care of the workings of the business, and I’ll handle the business side of it.”
“I may take you up on that offer,” Pierre said. “I’m just glad you are actually brave enough to eat the things I cook. 95% of the time I’ve never cooked it or just make it up as I go. Though I do write down my recipes for what I do fix as to keep them for later use.”
“So you are using me as a guinea pig?” I laughed.
“If you want to think of it that way,” Pierre said. “Yes. That is partly why I am here. I’m 19 years old fresh out of culinary school and still trying to find my own style. I thought seeing the world and trying new and different things would be a great experience. Maybe when this is all said and done open a restaurant of the world, serving delicacies from across the globe.”
“Wait,” I said putting my hand up. “You are telling me that you are only 19?”
“Yes,” Pierre said. “On board this ship I am the youngest person. Though by how I act I seem much older.”
“That’s the damn truth,” I said as I took a sip of orange juice. “I thought you were older than me, but that’s just out there thinking that, anymore.”
“No sir,” Pierre laughed. I’m only 19, sorry to break it to you.”
“That’s quite alright,” I said as I finished my breakfast. “Good as usual. Now if someone needs me I’m going to be looking over my maps, in my suite.”
As I stood up, I grabbed a few Crusaunts from the basket and walked back to my cabin where I spread a map out and looked at it. From the Virgin Islands I had a choice; I could go through the Panama Canal, or around the tip of South America, through The Sea of Magellan. The factors in this the price of fuel or the price of traveling through the Panama Canal, and the sights along the route of both.
If I take the Panama Canal I’ll be able to visit Japan that much sooner, and see my family, all that much sooner. Something I would like to do, but then that would mean a hefty price in tolls just to cross. While on the other hand longer distance and more fuel, means traveling by Rio de Janeiro. That would give me the chance to see, the famed beaches of Rio, and Christ the Redeemer.
A knock at the door brought me back to the present, “Ah sir we are about to the islands.” Hans said as he poked his head in. Please be ready.”
“Uh yeah sure,” I said taking a bite of a crusaunt, as I rolled up my maps, and dressed more properly for something other than a day on the boat.
It was about an hour or so later that we docked in the harbor of sort’s waiting for the port authority I paced the hull back and forth, my papers in hand for verification, and awaiting inspection.
A small group of personnel came aboard the boat, to inspect everything. I had made sure any dangerous equipment was locked up, such as my gun collection and the personal arms of Joe and Mason were secured as well. These two may be licensed mercenaries but it still does not stop them from being above the law.
It’s a pain to watch someone go through your personal life, to make sure you do not have anything “illegal”, on board. But I do regress that it is a must with today’s society. It’s possible for anyone to be a potential threat to the safety of the general public.
Once everything was said and done, a friendly hand shake and greetings to the Virgin Islands, I set foot off the boat and into a new world for me. My first order of business, sample the local flavor, markets, music, food, and maybe find a bar or club to party the night away at.
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Finally it's out now~
Was waiting abit for this one...
This one seemed abit and I emphasize "abit", personal to the main character's background, while still mixing in the other characters.
Good job, looking forward to the next Installment~
Was waiting abit for this one...
This one seemed abit and I emphasize "abit", personal to the main character's background, while still mixing in the other characters.
Good job, looking forward to the next Installment~
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Garden of Madness wrote...
Oooh. Looking forward to see what happens on the Virgin Islands.A romantic tryst perhaps? haha
not likely
I'm not putting any love story elements until I hit another part of the world. But a good hint as to where.
Keep in mind the main characters Heritage.
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Angelus Lapsus wrote...
I'm not putting any love story elements until I hit another part of the world. But a good hint as to where.Keep in mind the main characters Heritage.
Ah, heritage. Yeah, that narrows it down. :roll: Dude's like friggin Heinz 57 Varieties over here! :lol:
+rep if someone gets that reference (and no, not that it's a ketchup brand, too obvious).
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“Okay if you need me,” I said as I walked alone the dock in front of the others. “Call me on my satellite phone. And I’ll do the same if I need you guys.”
“Right boss,” Joe said.
“I’ll call you if I find a good place to eat for dinner,” Pierre said as he headed off on his own way.
I found myself just aimlessly wandering around trying to take in everything. The sights the sounds, the smells, everything, it’s such a strange thing to see. This is a US territory but people driving on the left hand side of the road, it’s not something I’m really used to.
I found myself wandering around in the ins and outs of Charlotte Amalie, wandering through the Dane Mall, looking at little nic naks, everything under the sun was at my fingertips. I was looking through some pieces of local craft when a delightful aroma filled my nose. Almost in a trance like state I followed the aroma, to the store front of a little shop called Grandma Sandy's Island Cookie Company. I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and that was a good 4 hours or so ago, so a quick sugar fix is just what I needed.
I was there in a daze I could not decide on what to get, everything looked so good. From the cookies, to the pastries, it’s just a decadent smorgasbord of sweets; chocolate, nuts, a variety of fruits, breadfruit, dates, raisins, an impossibility to decide on just one thing. I ended up buying a variety of pastries, cookies and cakes.
When I paid for it all I sat down and opened the box and took out a delightful looking Chocolate Chip and Walnut cookie. As I bit into it the bitter sweet taste of chocolate intermingling with the sweetness of the sugar, and the crunch of the walnuts, it was as if god himself had made this cookie just for me.
After I finished it I could not bring myself to take another bite of what was in the box because if I did I would have probably bought everything in the store out right. I ended up sitting there with a cup of coffee, two sugars and one creamer just the way I like it. When I finished my coffee, I picked up my stuff and headed back out to look about some more.
I ended up looking at a collection of handmade jewelry and watching the person who made it all work on their products. One piece in particular caught my eye. It was a simple little silver ring with onyx crystals embedded around it. Something about it caught my attention, maybe it was because it reminded me of the ring that my grandfather always wore, I don’t know, but I got a feeling that there was a reason it was there.
“That ring was made for you,” the man said as he looked up.
“Um excuse me?” I asked quizzically.
He pulled the ring out of the display and handed it to me for a better look. “Sometimes the jewelry I make just seems to be made for people. I made that a good 5 years ago, people always just pas it over. You’re the first person to actually pay any attention to it.”
I took a second to filter that the artisan had just said as I examined the details of the ring. There were 6 bands of onyx crystal in all every other one was a greenish black and the others were a solid black color. I had heard about greenish black onyx crystals but I have never seen them. As I tried it on, I was surprised that it fit perfectly on my right ring finger, and I examined how it looked on my hand. Something just went through my head, †˜I have to have this ring’. It was the only coherent thought running through my mind. “How much is it?”
The man leaned back in his chair fingering his goatee; I could tell he was thinking what to say. Go to high and I’ll refuse, go to low and he cheats himself out of money. “50 bucks, I’ll see it to you for fifty bucks.”
“You have yourself a deal,” I said as I grabbed my wallet and took out some cash.
“And here is your change,” the man said as he handed me a 10 dollar bill, and a small ring box.” And here’s something to put it in when you don’t wear it.”
“Thank you,” I said as I put the box into a small bag from another shop I had visited. I spent a good part of the afternoon wandering around and shopping, I don’t want to think how much random things I saw and how much of it I bought, but there was some good linen clothing, that I bought for while I was actually in the tropics, because quite frankly I’m used to middle America so much that being in the tropics is bit of a change.
When I got back to the boat, I was laden with bags from shopping. All I could do was set everything down and then think of places to put it all. Once I found places to put everything, I walked back up onto the deck where when I was coming back in saw that Joe and Mason were loafing about soaking in the sun. When I looked at my watch it was about 4:30 local time. Why the hell not have a fun evening? I asked myself as I walked over to them. “Enjoying the sun?”
“Hell yeah,” Joe said as he pulled his shades up and looked at me.
“Get dressed,” I said as I threw them their shirts. “I found a nice little bar, in town, your coming with me and I will not take no for an answer.”
“Even if you said otherwise, you wouldn’t stop us from coming,” Mason said a she hopped up and pulled his t-shirt on.
I left a note on the ship for Pierre saying not to worry about dinner tonight. And we were back in town and sitting at the bar about 30 minutes later, an ice cold long neck in front of each of us. “Here is to the best damn adventure anyone can hope for,” I said as I pulled a swig from the bottle. “So why did you guys sign up for this?”
“There are three reasons we take a job,” Joe said as he took a swig of beer. “Adventure, Location, and Money.”
“If the money is right,” Mason began. “Well head to Antarctica for an adventure. We’ve been Africa, Europe, the Middle East, Siberia, South America, and South East Asia. You name it we have probably been contracted to go there for one reason or another. Though there is a fourth reason we do what we do. And that is the women. Now take a look over there. You see those three girls?”
“Yeah what about them?” I asked taking another swig.
“They are on vacation,” Joe said. “Left their boyfriends behind for a girls week in the islands. “I know what you’re thinking Joe, and I like where this is headed.”
“Hold on,” I said as I finished my beer. “If you are thinking that I’m going to help the two of you get laid…”
“Not just us mate,” Mason said clapping me on the back as I ordered another beer. “You as well. I overheard you talking to Tim, last night. This is for the better man, no strings attached sex. Give her a false name and you will be in poon city before you know it.”
“What are they drinking?” I asked, as I sat there with my beer.
My question was answered when one of them came over to the bar to order more drinks. When I looked over I noticed her slender frame, long dirty blond hair, and a shapely bust line, was pressing outwards from her t-shirt. “It’s now or never,” I said to myself as I leaned over and said to the bartender. “Put whatever she is ordering on my tab.”
For a second she just kind of stared at me looking me from head to toe, if you were to look at me, I’d look just like someone who is on vacation, long linen pants; and a matching linen shirt the top few buttons undone. I just sat there waiting for her to respond, with a smile on my face that was just basically saying,’ I’m a nice guy, looking for someone to talk to.’
It seemed to work because she gave me a smile, and spoke in one of the most sincere voices I have heard in a while. “Um thank. Would you and your friends like to join us Mr. Mr…”
“Just call me Leon,” I lied.
“And I’m Jules,” Mason said waiving.
“And I’m mike,” Joe lied.
Something tells me that Joe and mason have done this before, but I put that past me, These guys seem to know what they are doing so let’s see if they can keep up with me. “And may I ask who you are?”
“My name is Jane,” the girl said. “If you will wait a second and wait till I wave you all over, I need to talk to my friends for a second. Before I bring three complete strangers over.”
“Take your time,” I said with a wink. “It’s best not to do something to make your friends hate you.”
“Well then,” Jane said as she picked up three bottles from the counter. “It should be just a moment.”
I watched as she walked off I could tell she was blushing slightly, as she walked off and I hear Mason say from behind me. “smooth one Leon .”
“It’s my middle name,” I said. “I’m not lying out right, but I hope Jules and Mike can keep up. The blond that was just over here leave her to me if you will. I kind of like her.”
“Sure man,” Mason said. “I have a thing for brunettes anyways.”
I finished off my beer occasionally looking over, and they were giggling with each other, and I had just got a fresh one when she motioned for us to come over. At the table I got a better look at her friend’s. One of them was your college girl on vacation type, the other was a daddy’s little girl type. “Hello ladies,” I curtly said as I sat down.
“You must be Mr. Leon,” the daddy’s little girl type said. “Thank you for your kindness.”
“This may sound cheesy I know,” I began. “But there is no reason three girls like you should be sitting here alone, and buying your own drinks. Where are your boyfriends?”
“Sadly single,” Jane sighed. “All three of us. This is Shanna and Marissa by the way.”
“So why are you all here?” I asked just trying to keep the conversation flowing.
“Vacation,” Jane answered. “You?”
“It may sound like I’m lying but I’m sailing around the world, and we just got into port mid afternoon,” I said truthfully and casually. “These two are my bodyguards of sorts.”
“Bullshit,” Marissa said as she leered at me. “We’ve been put in the harbor all day and there is only one Yacht that came in, and the name on the side said it was the…”
“Nox Noctis Mille Luna,” I cut her off and finished. “That’s my ship. The Night of a Thousand Moons. Look I’m not going into all this you can believe me or not, I’d rather just settle this that I’m not lying and we get down to drinking and talking.”
My forwardness, seemed to catch them off guard, but the seemed to buy it. As the waitress passed buy I ordered two B-52’s for all six of us. And once they were there sitting in front of us, I stopped everyone before they started to drink them.
“I have a tradition with shot’s when I mean people,” I said. “It’s my †˜To whatever’ toast. You say this shit it to whatever you want and then down it, then the next person goes and once everyone has had there first, the last shot is taken in a full out toast.” I let the girls go first to see how they handle hard liquor.
“To my ex-husband,” Marissa said. “Rot in Hell you cheating bastard.”
“To the whore who stole my last boyfriend from me,” Shanna said. “May you get a venereal disease.”
“To me finding a boyfriend,” Jane said. “I’m tired of fucking myself.”
“To the hell of it,” Mason said. “Let’s just get drunk and forget our worries.”
“To a night of fun and making new friends,” Joe said.
When it finely came to me, I had realized that maybe just maybe what we were doing was wrong, we are just going to take advantage of these girls, to feed our carnal desires for sex. “To new friends and happy times,” I said. “Fuck the past and look forward to the new day.”
“Here’s to that,” everyone else said as the second shot was downed.
The night dragged on, we talked and moiré beer and hard liquor was consumed. I was watching as each of us became visibly drunker, my thoughts of this being a bad idea perishing, by the bottle. It was about 1am when we left the bar and started towards the marina. Somehow we talked them to coming back with us. Now all we need to do is figure away to get them to agree to have sex.
“Right boss,” Joe said.
“I’ll call you if I find a good place to eat for dinner,” Pierre said as he headed off on his own way.
I found myself just aimlessly wandering around trying to take in everything. The sights the sounds, the smells, everything, it’s such a strange thing to see. This is a US territory but people driving on the left hand side of the road, it’s not something I’m really used to.
I found myself wandering around in the ins and outs of Charlotte Amalie, wandering through the Dane Mall, looking at little nic naks, everything under the sun was at my fingertips. I was looking through some pieces of local craft when a delightful aroma filled my nose. Almost in a trance like state I followed the aroma, to the store front of a little shop called Grandma Sandy's Island Cookie Company. I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast and that was a good 4 hours or so ago, so a quick sugar fix is just what I needed.
I was there in a daze I could not decide on what to get, everything looked so good. From the cookies, to the pastries, it’s just a decadent smorgasbord of sweets; chocolate, nuts, a variety of fruits, breadfruit, dates, raisins, an impossibility to decide on just one thing. I ended up buying a variety of pastries, cookies and cakes.
When I paid for it all I sat down and opened the box and took out a delightful looking Chocolate Chip and Walnut cookie. As I bit into it the bitter sweet taste of chocolate intermingling with the sweetness of the sugar, and the crunch of the walnuts, it was as if god himself had made this cookie just for me.
After I finished it I could not bring myself to take another bite of what was in the box because if I did I would have probably bought everything in the store out right. I ended up sitting there with a cup of coffee, two sugars and one creamer just the way I like it. When I finished my coffee, I picked up my stuff and headed back out to look about some more.
I ended up looking at a collection of handmade jewelry and watching the person who made it all work on their products. One piece in particular caught my eye. It was a simple little silver ring with onyx crystals embedded around it. Something about it caught my attention, maybe it was because it reminded me of the ring that my grandfather always wore, I don’t know, but I got a feeling that there was a reason it was there.
“That ring was made for you,” the man said as he looked up.
“Um excuse me?” I asked quizzically.
He pulled the ring out of the display and handed it to me for a better look. “Sometimes the jewelry I make just seems to be made for people. I made that a good 5 years ago, people always just pas it over. You’re the first person to actually pay any attention to it.”
I took a second to filter that the artisan had just said as I examined the details of the ring. There were 6 bands of onyx crystal in all every other one was a greenish black and the others were a solid black color. I had heard about greenish black onyx crystals but I have never seen them. As I tried it on, I was surprised that it fit perfectly on my right ring finger, and I examined how it looked on my hand. Something just went through my head, †˜I have to have this ring’. It was the only coherent thought running through my mind. “How much is it?”
The man leaned back in his chair fingering his goatee; I could tell he was thinking what to say. Go to high and I’ll refuse, go to low and he cheats himself out of money. “50 bucks, I’ll see it to you for fifty bucks.”
“You have yourself a deal,” I said as I grabbed my wallet and took out some cash.
“And here is your change,” the man said as he handed me a 10 dollar bill, and a small ring box.” And here’s something to put it in when you don’t wear it.”
“Thank you,” I said as I put the box into a small bag from another shop I had visited. I spent a good part of the afternoon wandering around and shopping, I don’t want to think how much random things I saw and how much of it I bought, but there was some good linen clothing, that I bought for while I was actually in the tropics, because quite frankly I’m used to middle America so much that being in the tropics is bit of a change.
When I got back to the boat, I was laden with bags from shopping. All I could do was set everything down and then think of places to put it all. Once I found places to put everything, I walked back up onto the deck where when I was coming back in saw that Joe and Mason were loafing about soaking in the sun. When I looked at my watch it was about 4:30 local time. Why the hell not have a fun evening? I asked myself as I walked over to them. “Enjoying the sun?”
“Hell yeah,” Joe said as he pulled his shades up and looked at me.
“Get dressed,” I said as I threw them their shirts. “I found a nice little bar, in town, your coming with me and I will not take no for an answer.”
“Even if you said otherwise, you wouldn’t stop us from coming,” Mason said a she hopped up and pulled his t-shirt on.
I left a note on the ship for Pierre saying not to worry about dinner tonight. And we were back in town and sitting at the bar about 30 minutes later, an ice cold long neck in front of each of us. “Here is to the best damn adventure anyone can hope for,” I said as I pulled a swig from the bottle. “So why did you guys sign up for this?”
“There are three reasons we take a job,” Joe said as he took a swig of beer. “Adventure, Location, and Money.”
“If the money is right,” Mason began. “Well head to Antarctica for an adventure. We’ve been Africa, Europe, the Middle East, Siberia, South America, and South East Asia. You name it we have probably been contracted to go there for one reason or another. Though there is a fourth reason we do what we do. And that is the women. Now take a look over there. You see those three girls?”
“Yeah what about them?” I asked taking another swig.
“They are on vacation,” Joe said. “Left their boyfriends behind for a girls week in the islands. “I know what you’re thinking Joe, and I like where this is headed.”
“Hold on,” I said as I finished my beer. “If you are thinking that I’m going to help the two of you get laid…”
“Not just us mate,” Mason said clapping me on the back as I ordered another beer. “You as well. I overheard you talking to Tim, last night. This is for the better man, no strings attached sex. Give her a false name and you will be in poon city before you know it.”
“What are they drinking?” I asked, as I sat there with my beer.
My question was answered when one of them came over to the bar to order more drinks. When I looked over I noticed her slender frame, long dirty blond hair, and a shapely bust line, was pressing outwards from her t-shirt. “It’s now or never,” I said to myself as I leaned over and said to the bartender. “Put whatever she is ordering on my tab.”
For a second she just kind of stared at me looking me from head to toe, if you were to look at me, I’d look just like someone who is on vacation, long linen pants; and a matching linen shirt the top few buttons undone. I just sat there waiting for her to respond, with a smile on my face that was just basically saying,’ I’m a nice guy, looking for someone to talk to.’
It seemed to work because she gave me a smile, and spoke in one of the most sincere voices I have heard in a while. “Um thank. Would you and your friends like to join us Mr. Mr…”
“Just call me Leon,” I lied.
“And I’m Jules,” Mason said waiving.
“And I’m mike,” Joe lied.
Something tells me that Joe and mason have done this before, but I put that past me, These guys seem to know what they are doing so let’s see if they can keep up with me. “And may I ask who you are?”
“My name is Jane,” the girl said. “If you will wait a second and wait till I wave you all over, I need to talk to my friends for a second. Before I bring three complete strangers over.”
“Take your time,” I said with a wink. “It’s best not to do something to make your friends hate you.”
“Well then,” Jane said as she picked up three bottles from the counter. “It should be just a moment.”
I watched as she walked off I could tell she was blushing slightly, as she walked off and I hear Mason say from behind me. “smooth one Leon .”
“It’s my middle name,” I said. “I’m not lying out right, but I hope Jules and Mike can keep up. The blond that was just over here leave her to me if you will. I kind of like her.”
“Sure man,” Mason said. “I have a thing for brunettes anyways.”
I finished off my beer occasionally looking over, and they were giggling with each other, and I had just got a fresh one when she motioned for us to come over. At the table I got a better look at her friend’s. One of them was your college girl on vacation type, the other was a daddy’s little girl type. “Hello ladies,” I curtly said as I sat down.
“You must be Mr. Leon,” the daddy’s little girl type said. “Thank you for your kindness.”
“This may sound cheesy I know,” I began. “But there is no reason three girls like you should be sitting here alone, and buying your own drinks. Where are your boyfriends?”
“Sadly single,” Jane sighed. “All three of us. This is Shanna and Marissa by the way.”
“So why are you all here?” I asked just trying to keep the conversation flowing.
“Vacation,” Jane answered. “You?”
“It may sound like I’m lying but I’m sailing around the world, and we just got into port mid afternoon,” I said truthfully and casually. “These two are my bodyguards of sorts.”
“Bullshit,” Marissa said as she leered at me. “We’ve been put in the harbor all day and there is only one Yacht that came in, and the name on the side said it was the…”
“Nox Noctis Mille Luna,” I cut her off and finished. “That’s my ship. The Night of a Thousand Moons. Look I’m not going into all this you can believe me or not, I’d rather just settle this that I’m not lying and we get down to drinking and talking.”
My forwardness, seemed to catch them off guard, but the seemed to buy it. As the waitress passed buy I ordered two B-52’s for all six of us. And once they were there sitting in front of us, I stopped everyone before they started to drink them.
“I have a tradition with shot’s when I mean people,” I said. “It’s my †˜To whatever’ toast. You say this shit it to whatever you want and then down it, then the next person goes and once everyone has had there first, the last shot is taken in a full out toast.” I let the girls go first to see how they handle hard liquor.
“To my ex-husband,” Marissa said. “Rot in Hell you cheating bastard.”
“To the whore who stole my last boyfriend from me,” Shanna said. “May you get a venereal disease.”
“To me finding a boyfriend,” Jane said. “I’m tired of fucking myself.”
“To the hell of it,” Mason said. “Let’s just get drunk and forget our worries.”
“To a night of fun and making new friends,” Joe said.
When it finely came to me, I had realized that maybe just maybe what we were doing was wrong, we are just going to take advantage of these girls, to feed our carnal desires for sex. “To new friends and happy times,” I said. “Fuck the past and look forward to the new day.”
“Here’s to that,” everyone else said as the second shot was downed.
The night dragged on, we talked and moiré beer and hard liquor was consumed. I was watching as each of us became visibly drunker, my thoughts of this being a bad idea perishing, by the bottle. It was about 1am when we left the bar and started towards the marina. Somehow we talked them to coming back with us. Now all we need to do is figure away to get them to agree to have sex.
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A nice thing to read right after taking a cold refreshing shower.
I like where this is headed... 8)
Again, you description of the situation is alwasy a pleasure to go through.
There is always a Grammatical error here and there, but I can tolerate~ :wink:
Keep it up Angelus Lapsus~
I like where this is headed... 8)
Again, you description of the situation is alwasy a pleasure to go through.
There is always a Grammatical error here and there, but I can tolerate~ :wink:
Keep it up Angelus Lapsus~
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After a few minutes of trying to hail down a cab, and Actually getting back to the marina, all of us were all over each other, barely able to keep our hands off of each other, Her hand went up my shirt as we walked up onto the main deck. By the time we got to the lower deck my shirt had been un buttoned. Jane and me barely made it into my cabin before our clothes started flying. I was able to really appreciate her body in the dim light of the room, a tan and toned shapely figure, her breast I would estimate to be a C cup.
I placed my hand onto one of them, it had been so long since I have felt the touch of a woman’s body against mine, and that is when it hit me. Am I really doing this? Am I really using a complete stranger to fulfill my own carnal desires. This is not me, this is something I have never done, and I can’t bring myself to do it.
“Wait a second,” I said as I pulled my head back. “I’m sorry, I can’t go through with this.”
“What, why?” Jane pleaded, as she looked at me.
“It’s not you it’s me,” I said as I turned and put sat up into a sitting position on the side of the bed. “I just can’t do this. It’s a long story, I was fucked pretty badly in my past. I can’t do this, I cannot take advantage of someone for my own gains even if they are totally cool with it.”
“She must have been someone special,” Jane said as she sat down beside me. “I only really went along with it because my friends thought the other two were cute.”
“Same here,” I said as I sighed. “One of them over heard something I was talking about to the captain last night and they thought it would be good to get me laid. But I can’t do it, on a lie.”
“Your name is not Leon is it?” Jane asked.
“That obvious?” I laughed. “Well that’s a partial truth Leon is my middle name. My real name is Jake.”
Jane kissed me on my cheek and then wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Pulling me down to the bed with her. “I knew you were lying when you first said it. But I didn’t care.”
I couldn’t believe it, I’m sitting here next to this gorgeous girl who would fuck me in an instant but I cannot find it in me to do so. “Then why did you play along?”
“I don’t know,” Jane sighed. “Maybe it was because of the alcohol, maybe because I think you’re cute, maybe because of how lonely I am. I don’t know really. But I do know you are a good person.”
“And how is that?” I asked. “I lied to you, got you drunk with the idea that put to its full extent is of having sex...”
“I Knew you were lying, I got drunk because I like to drink especially when I’m not buying, and you stopped yourself from carrying that out,” Jane retorted cutting me off, and kissing me once again. “It takes a real man to be honest like that. For all I know you would have fucked me and sent me packing for all I know. Never to see each other again. Never to know what could have been if we just did it without saying anything. Just a memory of that one night in the Virgin Islands.”
“That’s why I can’t do it,” I sighed. “I feel like I need to know the person before I †˜know’; them. If you know what I mean. I did that once, they took my heart and ripped it out, cut it into pieces and set it on fire.”
I laid there in silence just watching her trying to think of something to say. It’s hard to respond to something like that. When you have not experienced it yourself. “What a heartless bitch.” That’s all she could say.
I didn’t respond as I put my hand to her head and brushed it through her hair. I didn’t want to ruin this moment. So I decided to let it linger for a second, as the noise of moaning could be heard from an adjacent room. A smile ran across my face. “Seems like your friends waste no time.”
“That they don’t,” Jane laughed, as I got up and walked to the closet.
“You can stay here if you want,” I said as I slipped into a pair of pajama pants. The top was still on the hanger, as I tossed it to her. “Here, you can sleep in this.”
“I… I couldn’t,” Jane fumbled trying to say something.
“Look I may be uncomfortable with having sex with a woman I barely know,” I said cutting her off. “But I know well damn good enough that having a person there beside you is more comforting than sleeping alone, and seeing as your friends may be here all night, I insist. I swear that nothing will come of this. Just try to get some sleep.”
I crawled into the bed and turned onto my side as I felt her slip in beside me the warmth from her body comforted me, in ways that I have not felt in years, as I drifted away into a drunken stupor. Something so minute and un important can always have a great meaning to a person. This is just one of those times.
When I awoke the next morning, the clock was reading a local time of 10am my head pounding, I turned over and there she was still sleeping there. I tried to recall what happened last night, it slowly started coming back to me in a haze, Joe and Mason, trying to get me laid, all of us coming back here, me stopping myself from doing something I would end up regretting. But one key vital component still kept itself from me what was her name? I remember is stared with a J but then it was a blank, all these names popped into my head until I finally remembered, she said her name was Jane.
I slid out of the bed, and in my hung-over state landed right on the floor. When I finally stumbled up, I was able to open the door to my room finding a note on the door.
†˜Tell Jane we went on back to the hotel, and thank you guys for last night.
-Shanna.’
I stumbled into the galley to find Pierre sitting on a bar stool writing into a journal. “Pierre do you know what a prairie oyster is?”
“A whole raw egg yolk, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, salt, and pepper,” Pierre said almost instantaneously. “I’m guessing you want one for your… um hangover. I’ve fixed 4 of them already. But the true cure is a nice breakfast. Go wake up your… err… friend, and I’ll fix you two a wonderful meal.”
“Hey wake up,” I said as I gently nudged Jane trying to wake her up.
“Go away, it’s too early,” Jane said as she swatted at me. “Shanna let me sleep five more minutes.”
“I’m not Shanna,” I said with a laugh. “And it’s 10am. If you want to stay here then that’s fine. But I warn you, you may be trapped before long.”
It took a few seconds for it to sink in, what I said before she sat up rubbing her temples. “I’m sorry, I get confused in the mornings. Um, I’m sorry I think you said your name was Jake last night?”
“Uh yeah,” I said rubbing my head. “Uh look your friends already left, and well, I know it sounds kind of weird but would you like some breakfast and then maybe just hang out with me for the day.”
“Food seems like a good idea right now,” Jane said. “I haven’t eaten since I had lunch yesterday. As for spending the day hanging around with you, sure. Your cute, and you’re a nice guy, I would love to.”
I waited outside the door of the cabin as she slipped into her clothes from the night before, and came out. When we got back up to the main living area, Pierre had already fixed up most of the breakfast and was sitting it on the table.
“Bonjour mon dame,” Pierre said as he poured two glasses of orange juice.
“Thank you Pierre,” I said as I pulled out a chair for Jane. “Please sit.”
“Thank you,” Jane said as I held her chair for her. “You have a French chef, and two mercenaries that are bodyguards, what else?”
“Actually they are my deck hands,” I said taking a sip from my glass. “They function as bodyguards as well. The other two are Tim who is my captain and pilot of the boat, and then there is Hans who functions as my Stewart and first mate.”
“Quite impressive,” Jane said as she took a bit into a crusaunt.
“ Look I’m not trying to do anything to impress you or anything, this is just me,” I said a bit agitated. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean it that way. I’m not some uppity rich ass kid, my fortune is just dumb luck. I don’t care about the money, I was raised in a family that loves to travel, and in a melting pot of a family. It’s all possible that I’ll lose every cent of my fortune in doing what I’m doing.”
“I don’t care either,” Jane said. “I’m just saying that this is all quite impressive. I was born in Maine but raised in Florida, I was raised around boats. This is one impressive vessel and a crew to match.”
“Sorry,” I said as I took a crusaunt and buttered it. “I’m just straight forward and blunt, sometimes too much so for my own good. But anyways what do you do for a living?”
“I am the head of the front end section of a large resort in the pan handle of Florida,” Jane said as Pierre brought the food out. “Hospitality management if you will.”
“Must be a stressful job,” I mused, as I grabbed my fork. “Dealing with people on a regular basis people that don’t want to listen or more like choose not to listen.”
“It can be,” Jane sighed as she started digging into her breakfast. “But then getting to spend time in a place like this on your vacation can be fun, and makes it all worthwhile. What about you?”
“I’ve an Associates of Arts degree in Graphic Design,” I began. “I’ve set myself to five years on the high seas before I settle down.”
“And where would that might be?” Jane said pressing for information.
“My home lands,” I replied. “The land of the rising sun, I was born in Japan. But I was raised in Kentucky.”
“So you a Japanese boy raised in the states how quaint,” Jane said with a tone that made me believe that she was completely interested in me.
“Not quite,” I corrected. “I’m half Japanese. My mother is a full blooded Japanese woman, my father the American is a mix of English, French, German, and Russian. The long story short, my dad went to Tokyo University when he went to college, met my mother, her family had a big hoo haw about it, calling him Gaijin and the likes threatening to disinherit my mother if she married him.”
“Sounds rough,” Jane said as I paused for a second. “Please go on.”
“I don’t know the details but my father somehow saved my grandfather’s life,” I explained. “They never would tell me what happened but after that, he basically gave in and gave them his blessing. Two months later they were married, and then about a year later I came along. My dad took a job in the states, so everyone moved back to his home state, and well, every summer we would travel to Japan. I just kind of fell in love with the country, but I decided to finish my education in the states, when I graduated from high school.”
“So you are just fresh out of college, fluent in Japanese and English, rich, single and have no real plan on what you are going to do in life?” Jane asked when I finished.
“Basically,” was all I could say as I started eating. “You better eat or your food will get cold.”
“It’s unbelievable,” Jane said astonished. “If I had declined you pass at the bar last night. I would have never met such an amazing person like you.”
I didn’t say anything because I had a mouth full of bacon, but I gave her a smile and a curt nod that I hope showed her how grateful I was for that complement. After breakfast was finished, I went and got changed into a pair of black Boarder shorts, and a t-shirt, before heading with her back to her hotel so she could get something better for the day time than what she was wearing last night.
I placed my hand onto one of them, it had been so long since I have felt the touch of a woman’s body against mine, and that is when it hit me. Am I really doing this? Am I really using a complete stranger to fulfill my own carnal desires. This is not me, this is something I have never done, and I can’t bring myself to do it.
“Wait a second,” I said as I pulled my head back. “I’m sorry, I can’t go through with this.”
“What, why?” Jane pleaded, as she looked at me.
“It’s not you it’s me,” I said as I turned and put sat up into a sitting position on the side of the bed. “I just can’t do this. It’s a long story, I was fucked pretty badly in my past. I can’t do this, I cannot take advantage of someone for my own gains even if they are totally cool with it.”
“She must have been someone special,” Jane said as she sat down beside me. “I only really went along with it because my friends thought the other two were cute.”
“Same here,” I said as I sighed. “One of them over heard something I was talking about to the captain last night and they thought it would be good to get me laid. But I can’t do it, on a lie.”
“Your name is not Leon is it?” Jane asked.
“That obvious?” I laughed. “Well that’s a partial truth Leon is my middle name. My real name is Jake.”
Jane kissed me on my cheek and then wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Pulling me down to the bed with her. “I knew you were lying when you first said it. But I didn’t care.”
I couldn’t believe it, I’m sitting here next to this gorgeous girl who would fuck me in an instant but I cannot find it in me to do so. “Then why did you play along?”
“I don’t know,” Jane sighed. “Maybe it was because of the alcohol, maybe because I think you’re cute, maybe because of how lonely I am. I don’t know really. But I do know you are a good person.”
“And how is that?” I asked. “I lied to you, got you drunk with the idea that put to its full extent is of having sex...”
“I Knew you were lying, I got drunk because I like to drink especially when I’m not buying, and you stopped yourself from carrying that out,” Jane retorted cutting me off, and kissing me once again. “It takes a real man to be honest like that. For all I know you would have fucked me and sent me packing for all I know. Never to see each other again. Never to know what could have been if we just did it without saying anything. Just a memory of that one night in the Virgin Islands.”
“That’s why I can’t do it,” I sighed. “I feel like I need to know the person before I †˜know’; them. If you know what I mean. I did that once, they took my heart and ripped it out, cut it into pieces and set it on fire.”
I laid there in silence just watching her trying to think of something to say. It’s hard to respond to something like that. When you have not experienced it yourself. “What a heartless bitch.” That’s all she could say.
I didn’t respond as I put my hand to her head and brushed it through her hair. I didn’t want to ruin this moment. So I decided to let it linger for a second, as the noise of moaning could be heard from an adjacent room. A smile ran across my face. “Seems like your friends waste no time.”
“That they don’t,” Jane laughed, as I got up and walked to the closet.
“You can stay here if you want,” I said as I slipped into a pair of pajama pants. The top was still on the hanger, as I tossed it to her. “Here, you can sleep in this.”
“I… I couldn’t,” Jane fumbled trying to say something.
“Look I may be uncomfortable with having sex with a woman I barely know,” I said cutting her off. “But I know well damn good enough that having a person there beside you is more comforting than sleeping alone, and seeing as your friends may be here all night, I insist. I swear that nothing will come of this. Just try to get some sleep.”
I crawled into the bed and turned onto my side as I felt her slip in beside me the warmth from her body comforted me, in ways that I have not felt in years, as I drifted away into a drunken stupor. Something so minute and un important can always have a great meaning to a person. This is just one of those times.
When I awoke the next morning, the clock was reading a local time of 10am my head pounding, I turned over and there she was still sleeping there. I tried to recall what happened last night, it slowly started coming back to me in a haze, Joe and Mason, trying to get me laid, all of us coming back here, me stopping myself from doing something I would end up regretting. But one key vital component still kept itself from me what was her name? I remember is stared with a J but then it was a blank, all these names popped into my head until I finally remembered, she said her name was Jane.
I slid out of the bed, and in my hung-over state landed right on the floor. When I finally stumbled up, I was able to open the door to my room finding a note on the door.
†˜Tell Jane we went on back to the hotel, and thank you guys for last night.
-Shanna.’
I stumbled into the galley to find Pierre sitting on a bar stool writing into a journal. “Pierre do you know what a prairie oyster is?”
“A whole raw egg yolk, Worcestershire sauce, hot sauce, salt, and pepper,” Pierre said almost instantaneously. “I’m guessing you want one for your… um hangover. I’ve fixed 4 of them already. But the true cure is a nice breakfast. Go wake up your… err… friend, and I’ll fix you two a wonderful meal.”
“Hey wake up,” I said as I gently nudged Jane trying to wake her up.
“Go away, it’s too early,” Jane said as she swatted at me. “Shanna let me sleep five more minutes.”
“I’m not Shanna,” I said with a laugh. “And it’s 10am. If you want to stay here then that’s fine. But I warn you, you may be trapped before long.”
It took a few seconds for it to sink in, what I said before she sat up rubbing her temples. “I’m sorry, I get confused in the mornings. Um, I’m sorry I think you said your name was Jake last night?”
“Uh yeah,” I said rubbing my head. “Uh look your friends already left, and well, I know it sounds kind of weird but would you like some breakfast and then maybe just hang out with me for the day.”
“Food seems like a good idea right now,” Jane said. “I haven’t eaten since I had lunch yesterday. As for spending the day hanging around with you, sure. Your cute, and you’re a nice guy, I would love to.”
I waited outside the door of the cabin as she slipped into her clothes from the night before, and came out. When we got back up to the main living area, Pierre had already fixed up most of the breakfast and was sitting it on the table.
“Bonjour mon dame,” Pierre said as he poured two glasses of orange juice.
“Thank you Pierre,” I said as I pulled out a chair for Jane. “Please sit.”
“Thank you,” Jane said as I held her chair for her. “You have a French chef, and two mercenaries that are bodyguards, what else?”
“Actually they are my deck hands,” I said taking a sip from my glass. “They function as bodyguards as well. The other two are Tim who is my captain and pilot of the boat, and then there is Hans who functions as my Stewart and first mate.”
“Quite impressive,” Jane said as she took a bit into a crusaunt.
“ Look I’m not trying to do anything to impress you or anything, this is just me,” I said a bit agitated. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean it that way. I’m not some uppity rich ass kid, my fortune is just dumb luck. I don’t care about the money, I was raised in a family that loves to travel, and in a melting pot of a family. It’s all possible that I’ll lose every cent of my fortune in doing what I’m doing.”
“I don’t care either,” Jane said. “I’m just saying that this is all quite impressive. I was born in Maine but raised in Florida, I was raised around boats. This is one impressive vessel and a crew to match.”
“Sorry,” I said as I took a crusaunt and buttered it. “I’m just straight forward and blunt, sometimes too much so for my own good. But anyways what do you do for a living?”
“I am the head of the front end section of a large resort in the pan handle of Florida,” Jane said as Pierre brought the food out. “Hospitality management if you will.”
“Must be a stressful job,” I mused, as I grabbed my fork. “Dealing with people on a regular basis people that don’t want to listen or more like choose not to listen.”
“It can be,” Jane sighed as she started digging into her breakfast. “But then getting to spend time in a place like this on your vacation can be fun, and makes it all worthwhile. What about you?”
“I’ve an Associates of Arts degree in Graphic Design,” I began. “I’ve set myself to five years on the high seas before I settle down.”
“And where would that might be?” Jane said pressing for information.
“My home lands,” I replied. “The land of the rising sun, I was born in Japan. But I was raised in Kentucky.”
“So you a Japanese boy raised in the states how quaint,” Jane said with a tone that made me believe that she was completely interested in me.
“Not quite,” I corrected. “I’m half Japanese. My mother is a full blooded Japanese woman, my father the American is a mix of English, French, German, and Russian. The long story short, my dad went to Tokyo University when he went to college, met my mother, her family had a big hoo haw about it, calling him Gaijin and the likes threatening to disinherit my mother if she married him.”
“Sounds rough,” Jane said as I paused for a second. “Please go on.”
“I don’t know the details but my father somehow saved my grandfather’s life,” I explained. “They never would tell me what happened but after that, he basically gave in and gave them his blessing. Two months later they were married, and then about a year later I came along. My dad took a job in the states, so everyone moved back to his home state, and well, every summer we would travel to Japan. I just kind of fell in love with the country, but I decided to finish my education in the states, when I graduated from high school.”
“So you are just fresh out of college, fluent in Japanese and English, rich, single and have no real plan on what you are going to do in life?” Jane asked when I finished.
“Basically,” was all I could say as I started eating. “You better eat or your food will get cold.”
“It’s unbelievable,” Jane said astonished. “If I had declined you pass at the bar last night. I would have never met such an amazing person like you.”
I didn’t say anything because I had a mouth full of bacon, but I gave her a smile and a curt nod that I hope showed her how grateful I was for that complement. After breakfast was finished, I went and got changed into a pair of black Boarder shorts, and a t-shirt, before heading with her back to her hotel so she could get something better for the day time than what she was wearing last night.
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Nice really nice...
I'm running out of compliments
Though, time for criticism
Where do I start... Well this time around I didn't see a single spelling error. So Kudos to you~. I liked the build up towards the situation. Can't say anything else at the moment. Still overall another nicely done chapter Angelus.
Keep it up~
I'm running out of compliments
Though, time for criticism
Where do I start... Well this time around I didn't see a single spelling error. So Kudos to you~. I liked the build up towards the situation. Can't say anything else at the moment. Still overall another nicely done chapter Angelus.
Keep it up~
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........(speechless)
...man i missed that much and now after reading i think i'll take some fap material
i hope i notice further updates earlier
...man i missed that much and now after reading i think i'll take some fap material
i hope i notice further updates earlier
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I would like to take a second and say thank you to all of my readers, this is one of my masterpieces, I'm putting everything I have into this one, that last turn of events, was just one of those just for shits and giggles things. As for what's going to happen, you can never bee sure because I may pull that again.
But anyways, I'm going ot be slowing down for a bit. I bought a copy of the book House of Leaves so I'm going to be engrossed in that for a few weeks. But as for what users like Korou have said, about my updates, I can send out a PM message to my readers when the next block is posted if you want just say so.
But anyways, I'm going ot be slowing down for a bit. I bought a copy of the book House of Leaves so I'm going to be engrossed in that for a few weeks. But as for what users like Korou have said, about my updates, I can send out a PM message to my readers when the next block is posted if you want just say so.
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Ah damn, I missed two parts.
Well I read them and they're really good. The only thing that is a little off to me is that he seems to have quite a bit of life experience for only being 22.
But I guess later you'll explain more of his past to give some insight on that.
I'm looking forward to next installment for sure.
Well I read them and they're really good. The only thing that is a little off to me is that he seems to have quite a bit of life experience for only being 22.
But I guess later you'll explain more of his past to give some insight on that.
I'm looking forward to next installment for sure.
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Garden of Madness wrote...
Ah damn, I missed two parts. Well I read them and they're really good. The only thing that is a little off to me is that he seems to have quite a bit of life experience for only being 22.
But I guess later you'll explain more of his past to give some insight on that.
I'm looking forward to next installment for sure.
Everything fits together even when the puzzle seems to be nothing but a solid white image. Just give it due time and it will all become clearer.
Edit:
I realized something, the longest piece of lit I have ever written is 40,491 words, I have written thus far in this story 11,392 words(posted) and I'm not even out of the woods as to whats going on yet. this whole Caribbean arc is to kind of pull the plot out with out doing so, and just really a waste of time, introducing characters I have plans for latter.