The next morning the sun shone bright, without
a cloud to be seen. In the main cabin, the captain lies passed
out next to his bed. He stirs and gets up. Stumbling across
his room he hunts for his cloths. The final thing is his shoes,
a nice navy blue. He typically wears navy blue; he like to
match that which he loves, the ocean. He finds his shoes on
the side table. In his drunken stupor he must have taken off
his shoes and placed them so delicately on the table. Captain
Richard spared no expense on his shoes, the leather, died
blue is soft and broken in. The rubber soles prevent slipping
on the wet decks. The captains sees these shoes as the best
in all the seas.
The day went by as usual, maintenance and housework get done
without a hitch. That night the captain had Rachel as a dinner
guest with candle lights and a fine wine. The dinner conversation
moves the food to the next port of call. It finally ends p
at the new cannons. “Picture this: one of our new cannons
tied down has the power of four of the older ones. If this
is the only ship with these new guns we could control the
ocean. We will have the power.” Captain Richard stands
in glory for he is at his dawn to his new day.
“Help yourself to some more of this fine wine; you have
earned this time.” Rachel is starting to understand
what is on the horizon.
The captain starts pacing around the room with mug in hand.
“Take my advice, lady, this is our time, our number
is called, and I will step to the throne and rule with my
sails to the wind and our cannons controlling the world.”
He is still pacing when there is a knock at the door. Rachel
stands to get the door. Two of the female sailors walk through
the door.
“We have company, and it isn’t friendly!”
they yell and then run back out the door…. |