The Captain (Sketch)
The captain walks slowly with a limp in his left leg like an injured rescue dog. His beard is a forest at midnight, a dark shade of black to contrast the pale, moonlight white of his face. His amber eyes reflect a threatening sunset. He commands his crew with a thunderous voice and the pointer finger of Zeus, lightning casted upon pointing and ordering. He wields a sharpened sword, a sharpened eye and most importantly a sharpened tongue that impales his enemies upon contact, sending them hastily to their graves. The seas and the winds obey his word and the earth trembles at his fury. As his ship is tempest tossed he stands calm, with his flask in his mouth and his finger directing the subordinate crew, attempting to save lives with conviction and determination. His dusty hands constantly hold the shoulders of his crewmen.
The Impulse (scene)
1- Were you going to say something?
2- No.
1- Oh. Okay.
(Silence)
2- I was going to say something about the weather, but I didn’t.
1- Why not?
2- I hate small talk.
1- Oh.
(Silence)
2- But it really is poring out there. It’s hard to see on the road.
1- I can tell. I think we missed our exit.
2- Did we? I wonder where we’re going then.
1- Paradise.
2- Paradise? What do you mean?
1- We’re going to die.
2- How do you know?
1- Everyone does.
2- That’s true, but it’s a very glum outlook.
1- It’s an honest one.
2- Unfortunately.
(pause)
2- We’ll be in Seattle soon.
1- I hope so.
2- Why?
1- I love Seattle.
2- Ah.
1- And the ocean.
2- Why’s that?
1- My father was a sailor. I’ve seen the world.
2- I’ve seen the world in pictures.
1- Photos?
2- Paintings.
1- Its not the same.
2- No, it’s not. It’s more than the world has to offer. I have seen majesty that the world doesn’t poses in paintings.
1- Paintings are emulation of life.
2- No, paintings are emulation of hearts.
1- I see.
(Silence)
1- I think we're here.
2- We are.
2- No.
1- Oh. Okay.
(Silence)
2- I was going to say something about the weather, but I didn’t.
1- Why not?
2- I hate small talk.
1- Oh.
(Silence)
2- But it really is poring out there. It’s hard to see on the road.
1- I can tell. I think we missed our exit.
2- Did we? I wonder where we’re going then.
1- Paradise.
2- Paradise? What do you mean?
1- We’re going to die.
2- How do you know?
1- Everyone does.
2- That’s true, but it’s a very glum outlook.
1- It’s an honest one.
2- Unfortunately.
(pause)
2- We’ll be in Seattle soon.
1- I hope so.
2- Why?
1- I love Seattle.
2- Ah.
1- And the ocean.
2- Why’s that?
1- My father was a sailor. I’ve seen the world.
2- I’ve seen the world in pictures.
1- Photos?
2- Paintings.
1- Its not the same.
2- No, it’s not. It’s more than the world has to offer. I have seen majesty that the world doesn’t poses in paintings.
1- Paintings are emulation of life.
2- No, paintings are emulation of hearts.
1- I see.
(Silence)
1- I think we're here.
2- We are.
Short Story
Waves. I was awakened by the sound of waves and the glare of the sweltering hot sun in my eyes. I sat up half blinded by the sun and waited for my vision to return to me. Even after the remnants of the suns glare disappeared from my eyes, my vision was still blurry. My glasses weren’t on and I had a headache; possibly a hangover. I was drunk the night before, but that’s all I could remember; I’m fairly sure I didn’t fall asleep on a raft in the middle of the ocean, but regardless, somehow that’s where I winded up by morning.
I was wearing a suit; On any normal day I wouldn’t fall asleep in a suit. I recognized it; it was the business suit that I would wear to work. It was stained red, but not with blood, with wine. I reached my hand behind my head as if to scratch; but instead of finding the momentary comfort from scratching my head I found a lump. The back of my head was bruised and swollen. There was no question about it, I had been tricked.
I panicked frantically, but regained control over myself; It was no use panicking, I would only lose my energy and die faster. I knew I would die, I had suspected it for a while. As a wealthy entrepreneur of a successful company the figurative bounty on my head was exceedingly high and constantly increasing. There was always someone after my money, and finally someone went as far as to abandon me on a raft in the middle of the ocean. But who? I decided to take a deep breath and think it through. I thought that maybe if I used deductive reasoning I could figure out who the culprit was. The first clue was that the man or woman left me alive, which meant for some reason the person couldn’t kill me; or maybe the murderer didn’t have the gall.
I was wearing a suit; On any normal day I wouldn’t fall asleep in a suit. I recognized it; it was the business suit that I would wear to work. It was stained red, but not with blood, with wine. I reached my hand behind my head as if to scratch; but instead of finding the momentary comfort from scratching my head I found a lump. The back of my head was bruised and swollen. There was no question about it, I had been tricked.
I panicked frantically, but regained control over myself; It was no use panicking, I would only lose my energy and die faster. I knew I would die, I had suspected it for a while. As a wealthy entrepreneur of a successful company the figurative bounty on my head was exceedingly high and constantly increasing. There was always someone after my money, and finally someone went as far as to abandon me on a raft in the middle of the ocean. But who? I decided to take a deep breath and think it through. I thought that maybe if I used deductive reasoning I could figure out who the culprit was. The first clue was that the man or woman left me alive, which meant for some reason the person couldn’t kill me; or maybe the murderer didn’t have the gall.
