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03 - First Light.

Posted by The LensFor group 0
Matthew Hall
player, 61 posts
Sat 23 Apr 2022
at 20:05
  • msg #24

Re: 03 - First Light

Hall had become so accustomed to silence that at times, he neglected to fill it when he was with others. However the morning, with its easy, comfortable talk had served to make him feel at home in this new place, mostly dispelling the shadows that still clung to his thoughts from the night before.

Drying another dish, he glanced at Pest perched on Miss Dowling’s shoulder and smiled. ”She’s very attached to you. I know that it seems that she’s always after food, but I think she truly values your company.”

“Are there any parts of the island you’re especially fond of, ma’am? I’ve only had the chance to see a small portion of it so far.”

Henrietta Dowling
player, 54 posts
Mon 16 May 2022
at 03:30
  • msg #25

Re: 03 - First Light

The morning more than made up for the restless night. It was the best morning she'd had in a long time and even the shadows of Kirkness's fate and the... thing she'd seen couldn't darken it for more than a moment. Pest's sometimes curious, sometimes indignant squawks and not-so-stealthy attempt to sneak food punctuated the morning.

She found the silence in the kitchen fairly comfortable as she scrubbed at the dishes vigorously. It brought color to her cheeks and a focus to her gaze that was rare to see. Hetty blew a strand of loose hair away from her face and looked over at Matt with a wry smile.

"I appreciate hearing that," she said. "Sometimes I wonder!"  The smile softened as she rolled her eyes towards Pest. "I think I needed her too. Don't know what I'd do without the wee thing sometimes, honestly."

Hetty quickly looked down at the dishes and resumed washing. No use tainting his perception of the island or putting ideas in his head. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "I think the whole island is beautiful but I'm biased since I grew up here. There is a cove I've always found particularly beautiful but you can only access it at certain tides. What was your favorite spot at the last lighthouse?"
NPC, 15 posts
Tame Seagull
Tue 17 May 2022
at 23:48
  • msg #26

Re: 03 - First Light

Though possibly considering filling her little body to the top with air and yelling as her contribution to the conversation, Pest automatically reached and caught a lock of Hetty's hair that swung near her beak during vigourous griddle-scrubbing. Aware that such was not food but unsure what to do with it, Pest gave a little *hnk* noise and stood there holding onto it, being Helpful.

[[going to let Matt get a word in there before we head out, I think.]]
Matthew Hall
player, 64 posts
Tue 24 May 2022
at 00:15
  • msg #27

Re: 03 - First Light

”This is my first lighthouse,” he answered, suddenly self conscious of his lack of experience, ”When I lived on Deer Island, in Maine, there was this inlet, a fair distance from the docks and the yards where the ships were built. Sort of this…forgotten little corner of the island. On one side of it, there was a tall outcropping of rock. I gashed my knee up the first time I climbed it but, once I got to the top…there was this beautiful view of the ocean, stretching away all deep blue and foam, as far as you could see.”He grinned at the memory. ”Sometimes, at high tide, you’d get showered by the incoming waves.”

He nodded. ”It was a good spot. Peaceful. I visited it quite a bit.”
Henrietta Dowling
player, 55 posts
Wed 25 May 2022
at 16:27
  • msg #28

Re: 03 - First Light

Her eyes widened, more in surprise than anything else. His first posting, really! That was interesting. Her eyes remained wide as he told the story, although they were fixed on the path to make sure it would be clear before them. For a moment she was silent and Pest gave what Hetty interpreted as an appreciative squawk to punctuate Matt's description.

"Did it leave a scar?" she asked curiously. Hetty had her own share of minor ones from similar incidents. "It sounds very peaceful and very beautiful. This spot I am taking to you is just about one of my other favorite places. You can get a great view of the seal colony!"

GM edit: formatting fix whilst I'm here
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Matthew Hall
player, 66 posts
Fri 27 May 2022
at 17:14
  • msg #29

Re: 03 - First Light

Hall grinned. ”Yes, actually. It left an almost perfectly vertical scar across my left knee. I had to stitch up the leg of my trousers.”

“I’ve always loved seals. Sometimes large groups of harbor seals would turn up on the east end of the island back home. They could become quite loud. Some were surprisingly friendly.”
He smiled at the memory.
The Lens
GM, 90 posts
Thy focus of
the Light
Sat 28 May 2022
at 23:37
  • msg #30

Re: 03 - First Light

Pest had turned herself about and launched into the air once they left the shelter of the looming lighthouse crag, a high floating fleck amongst other white birds dark grey against the silvery sky. Walking the slight downhill grade across the island was an easy swing of limb and muscle, made tricky only by the tough roots that crossed the heathland path as they likely had forever, yielding for neither buckled shoe nor heavy boot (perhaps soft moccasins had trod between with caution, but who might say how often those first nations had used the island, if at all).

The water that an unwary step might bring pooling about the sole of a boot came up red as the clay glimpsed here and there in patches, red as old rust or half-dried blood. Hetty waved to the island's best attempt at a tree out of habit and Matt wondered how much salt a pine could take. They walked on over stringy then salt-stunted grass, and when Matt looked up he realised there were constructions ahead: three narrow cairns or chimneys close together, like shrunken grain-kilns orphaned of their ancient houses.

They began to hear the sounds of seals in the bay belowas they approached, and to kick bleached seashells where the island's red-streaked rock showed through, remnants of both winter storms and molluscs given the long drop by seagulls on the hunt. Pest re-materialised herself from the indifferent wheeling of background birds to stand atop one of the stacks and yell, for no more reason than it seemed a good spot for yelling.
Henrietta Dowling
player, 57 posts
Wed 15 Jun 2022
at 02:18
  • msg #31

Re: 03 - First Light

"My perception of loud changed after Pest." Hetty looked up and shaded her eyes to catch sight of the gull soaring above them as they continued. "I wouldn't get too close to the edge, mind," she cautioned. "The cliffs here can be treacherous." Hetty scuffed her foot against a patch of clay as indication.

"And the stacks are close. On the way back I can point out some of the plants here that are good. But we can take a bit to watch them," she said. Her uncle would probably grow worried and chide her for taking longer than needed. In fact, sometimes she did it on purpose. Having someone to worry over her was... nice sometimes.

Hetty smiled, whether at the thought of her uncle or the antics of the seals was hard to say. Maybe both. Her shoulders relaxed a bit and she leaned forward to get a better look at the seal. "That one there is Adam, he's a sneaky one!" she exclaimed as she began to introduce Matt to the different seals and share a bit about their personalities. "Mary over there is the most curious and adventurous of the lot..."
Seal Colony
Sun 19 Jun 2022
at 23:00
  • msg #32

Re: 03 - First Light

The seals lay soaking up what warmth they could down below, blinking in the wind or curling themselves up to whatever comfort beng U-shaped brought them. One or two flopped around the weedy rocks to find a better spot, and younger animals rose and fell out in the water, sliding down now and then to disappear and reappear with a snort, dog-like seen side on. When they came up looking back to land they might as well have been human skulls given back from the deeps, the eyes showing no whites and the dark of the nose down against the water. The seals knew none of this, any more than they knew their Christian names.

It was good, for a while, to lie on the grass together and watch the waves surge and the seals lie likewise amongst the seaweed. Little patches of delicate leaves amongst the stunted grass spoke of flowers in summer, even as the wind struck at them with a tang of salt and the prospect of later getting worse. The seabirds still yelled to each other and pest came to stand on Hetty's back for attention, her friend being stopped, as it seemed, for the moment. Matt became acutely aware of the specific space between their bodies, from the high point of the seagull's head to the length of his side. Pest gave him a look that probably boded yelling.
Matthew Hall
player, 68 posts
Sat 25 Jun 2022
at 19:37
  • msg #33

Re: 03 - First Light

For the first time since his arrival, Hall felt almost entirely at ease. Miss Dowling’s knowledge of the seals’ individual personalities, and the names she had given each of them, brought a smile to his face that lingered. It faltered only once, when he briefly saw a pattern in the water that he knew should not be present, but he blinked, focusing on the tide, and it vanished, his smile returning.

He looked over to Miss Dowling, part of his wonder at her, aside from the morning light upon her striking features, coming from the bird perched upon her shoulder. He had spent much time around seagulls as he worked on the shores of Deer Island, and though they would eagerly accept any food that was offered, discarded, or not sufficiently guarded, none that he had ever seen remained around people for long. They usually scattered when workers drew near. He couldn’t help thinking that Pest’s presence, and her trust in Miss Dowling, was a reflection of the young woman’s caring nature.

He opened his mouth to ask Miss Dowling a question, but then thought better of it, allowing the query to fade within his throat. Turning his attention to the seals once more, mindful of the edge as he had been cautioned, he allowed the quiet to linger for a time before saying, “You know every part of this island, don’t you, ma’am? I can’t say that I had explored all of Deer Island before I departed it, but those parts that I did…they almost became part of me. It may seem an odd thing to say, Miss Dowling, but some corners of that place became more home to me than the house I dwelled in. Like my rocks that were my lookout to the sea. They were spots where I felt that I belonged.”
Henrietta Dowling
player, 58 posts
Thu 30 Jun 2022
at 01:33
  • msg #34

Re: 03 - First Light

Henrietta looked over at Matt and blinked owlishly. Was she upset he had interrupted her reverie? Was she processing the question? Both? Her smile was an echo of the Mona Lisa's, a touch genuine, a touch playful and mysterious. Did she sense another question had died on his tongue? (The answer to that, was no. But one had to wonder at the expression on her face.)

"Aye, I've never known any other home," she said matter-of-factly, the smile on her face fading a bit as she looked away from him and wiggled forward on her stomach to get a closer look at the seal colony. Her fingers idly drummed a rhythm as she watched them, turning to look back at Matt.

"You are young and fit, handsome enough face, speak well enough, and willing and able enough. You could likely do anything." Envy in her gaze, wistfulness in her tone. The island suited her well enough but she had to wonder if she would ever taste any other air, swim in other seas, climb any other hills? "So what makes this better? Why did you choose this?"
NPC, 16 posts
Tame Seagull
Mon 4 Jul 2022
at 17:46
  • msg #35

Re: 03 - First Light

Distracted by the finger-drumming, Pest hopped down on the leeward side of Hetty and tried to catch a fingertip whenever it flashed up from the 'waves' of the others. For all she could probably bite hard enough to pinch if she wanted, the little seagull clearly considered this a game and knew  Hetty would be annoyed with her if she did, simply practicing the art of the catch.
Matthew Hall
player, 69 posts
Wed 13 Jul 2022
at 15:51
  • msg #36

Re: 03 - First Light

The question briefly rendered Hall quiet, his expression momentarily somber. The shadow vanished as quickly as it appeared, the memory that prompted it fading like the passing of a vagrant ghost. He glanced over at Miss Dowling again, finding himself suddenly hesitant to speak to her, the simple details of his life, his hopes, seeming terribly banal.

He watched Pest play her game for a moment before refocusing on the contented colony of seals below. Sighing, he answered, ”I suppose I wanted to find a home. I don’t necessarily mean a place where you have shelter, a spot to lay your head. If you’re able to perform some honest labor, it’s not terribly hard to find a roof. Especially if you make your living on the sea.”

“I wanted to belong. To find some small corner of the world where I could fit. Where I felt welcomed. Settled, even. I suppose that’s what I’m seeking.”

He smiled wanly. ”I don’t think I’ve ever had that. It’s why I left the place I grew up in. I’ve had glimpses, though. Mostly in those special places on the shores of Deer Island that I stumbled across. Sometimes, I worry that I won’t know it if I do find it. But I’m willing to keep searching.”
Henrietta Dowling
player, 59 posts
Mon 25 Jul 2022
at 02:58
  • msg #37

Re: 03 - First Light

"Belong." She said the word as if she was tasting it. It was the only thing she said for some time, staring thoughtfully at the water. Belong... What a word. What a concept. But she thought she understood what he meant.

"I think I understand," she said slowly. "Somewhere you can be yourself, you know can always return to, you will be safe." Her voice was soft as she mused about the island. Was that how she felt there? Even with everything that had happened? How could she know when it was the only place she'd known?

"But why search this way? Why not... some other profession? One that's not so remote and lonely and would give you better freedom to leave if it's not the Place?" she said. "How will you know when you've found it?"
Matthew Hall
player, 70 posts
Tue 2 Aug 2022
at 01:36
  • msg #38

Re: 03 - First Light

Hall pondered for a moment, then smiled. ”I might not know if I find it. Or I might never stumble across it at all. I suppose that’s part of the risk you take. Ending up as a wanderer.” He paused, momentarily caught up in the seals’ antics below, then added, ”But better that than never to try and find it at all.”

His eyes grew unfocused, his memory briefly stealing awareness. Shaking his head, he said, “Where I came from…that wasn’t home. A lot of sadness there.  The place, it taught me a lot of important lessons, but I didn’t belong. It seemed there were several there like me, living on that island by fate or happenstance. And some of them…they were willing to settle for it. Even though they were miserable. I was afraid of becoming like them. Just a shadow, merely existing.”

“I do love the sea, though. Most of my glimpses of something better have involved it. I’d like to be near it, even if I end up as a vagabond. Another itinerant sailor. I think that’s why I’ve gone about it this way.”

Henrietta Dowling
player, 60 posts
Fri 19 Aug 2022
at 02:50
  • msg #39

Re: 03 - First Light

Hetty gave a hum of assent. Better to try... Better to try... The words bounced in her head, catching on the jagged edges of memories. The two of them sat there in their own reveries. She blinked rapidly at the same time he shook his head. She gave another more thoughtful hum when he mentioned the sadness around where he came from.

Not time yet, though, she decided. Just a shadow, merely existing... Another phrase that echoed. She leaned forward a bit letting her hair screen her face. That would never be her. She would not be just a cook, a nursemaid, a housekeeper, trading her body and labor for whatever stability her husband could provide and whatever scraps of affection he deigned to toss her way.

Then what was she to be? And how could she find out, be it, on the island? It was a constant itch she could never scratch. "Tell me about one of those glimpses," she asked softly, tone somewhere between a coy maiden's and a wistful girlchild's.

GM edit: formatting
This message was last edited by the GM at 07:40, Fri 19 Aug 2022.
Matthew Hall
player, 71 posts
Wed 21 Sep 2022
at 20:13
  • msg #40

Re: 03 - First Light

Hall shifted his gaze from the seals to the water. He sighed.

”When I was fourteen, I was old enough to work in the shipyards. Not doing the heavy, ship building work that most did, but I fetched tools, carried lumber, helped hold beams in place. Those small chores that always need doing. In the afternoon, I’d sweep the owner’s office before leaving.”

“I got into the habit of not returning home. Not until late. My presence wasn’t really required, or wanted, until well after sundown, when the nightly chores had to be seen to. So, I took to exploring Deer Island. I enjoyed it. The solitude and the safety. And the shoreline always offered new secrets, new discoveries, each time I walked it.”

“One day, I was allowed to leave early. The yard was between vessels to build, so it was quiet mostly. Not much to be done. I went east from the shipyard, further then I’d ever gone. I don’t think I meant to wander as far as I did, I just became lost in the sights, and in my own imagination. Lulled by the sound of the tide. Happy to wander.”

“I came upon a cabin. Even my young eyes could tell it wasn’t old. It was small, but enough room for those that lived there. There was a dock, a little fishing boat, nets and tackle all carefully maintained. Right of the cabin was a workshop. The place was framed by a few trees behind it, pines that gave shade as the sun grew low in the afternoon. It was quiet. Just the sea.”

He traced a few lines in the sand in front of him. ”While I was looking about it in wonder, those that lived there came home. A man and his daughter.” He smiled at the memory. ”I think they were surprised to find someone wandering about their home. But, fortunately, they understood that I wasn’t any kind of a thief, just a boy without roots who’d come across them by accident.”

“His name was Branok. Hers was Mabyn. They came from Cornwall. He’d been a sea captain for most of his years, but he’d lost his last ship to a storm. He never said as much, but I believe that’s how his wife had perished. He told me that once he and Mabyn, along with a couple of his crew, had been rescued and brought to shore in America, he never had the desire to set sail again.”

“Mabyn was older than me. Seventeen, I think. I only learned her name from her father. She never spoke. Branok told me that she was able, but since the shipwreck, she’d simply stopped. He wasn’t certain if she would ever talk again. They were able to communicate, though, and as I came to know them, I learned to understand her, mostly.”

“Branok made rope. Took it to the shipyards and to stores on the mainland. They managed a fair living. Had all they needed. From that day, I think they understood that I wasn’t eager to go to my own home. Neither ever asked me to explain, they just accepted me, and I was always welcomed.”

“For half a year I visited them. Sometimes every day. I learned to make rope, the best ways to fish from boat and shore, and how to cook properly. They treated me like one of those trusted sailors who served on Branok’s ships. Like family, even. I’m not certain that this will make sense, but there were long periods where we were in each other’s presence without anyone feeling the need to speak or communicate. I was able to just be in their presence and it was entirely comfortable. Besides my little hideaways I’d discovered on the island, it was the first place where I felt I belonged. The first place around other people, at least. After my first few visits, it was almost as though I’d lived there from the beginning.”

He paused, staring out at the sea. ”One day, I found them gone. That wasn’t unusual. Branok had to travel to sell his wares and when he went, he always took Mabyn with him. Didn’t want her to be left alone. But they never returned. I came day after day, but they didn’t reappear.”

“Some time later, one of the carpenters at the yard told me he’d heard that the old rope maker had gotten badly ill while he was visiting Bangor. That he’d passed away and that he daughter had gone to live with an aunt. He wasn’t sure where.”

“I went back to the cabin. Many times actually. But it wasn’t the same, even though it held a lot of pleasant memories. The emptiness, the absence, it pushed away everything else.”

He nodded. ”But for a brief space of time, it was one of the best places I’d ever known.”
NPC, 17 posts
Tame Seagull
Tue 4 Oct 2022
at 23:07
  • msg #41

Re: 03 - First Light

Pest had been wandering about in the background during Matthew's story with the occasional pause to peck at clifftop vegetation that might be food or tuck stray feathers down. The sound of his voice lapsing into the sound of the surf, wind and seals seemed to release the little gull from all human things of a sudden and she ran past those sitting to lift into the air as simply as deciding not to fall.

One bird among many, she wheeled up, tilting against the silver sky, and light caught amongst the dark-tipped feathers of her wind. Below, the sea rolled up a swell with the wind that shone glassy where waves rolled about to break out at the rocks.
Henrietta Dowling
player, 62 posts
Thu 13 Oct 2022
at 03:03
  • msg #42

Re: 03 - First Light

Hetty studied Matt as he told the story, eyes darting from forehead to lips to his ears. But she was listening, absolutely still as if any motion would throw him off course or distract him. Except for her eyes. She didn't even check on Pest, trusting the young bird would let her know about... well, anything really.

She did turn to watch her after Matt finished, giving a slow nod of her own. "Thank you," she said. "I enjoyed that." She paused for a moment, parted her lips, then drew them together again, thinking better of what she'd been about to say. Hetty rolled over onto her back to watch the birds wheeling above them.

"I wonder how many generations of birds have hatched and fledged and returned to repeat the cycle. Wonder if they know how much more is out there and why they choose to return." Hetty sighed again and squirmed a bit to get in a more comfortable position, turning back to look at Matt to see if he had any comments on that front or perhaps a question for her in turn.
Matthew Hall
player, 73 posts
Fri 21 Oct 2022
at 23:47
  • msg #43

Re: 03 - First Light

“It’s easy, perhaps even natural, to return to what you know,” Hall offered after a moment of quiet, “It was for me. Deep down, I knew that I needed to leave Deer Island, to put it behind me, for years. I could have many times. Run away to the mainland. Stowed away on one of the ships leaving the yard. I could’ve even lied about my age and tried to get a spot on a crew. I just…”

He sighed. ”The island was all I had known. Ever. And even though it reached a point where there was clearly more bad than good, I…I was afraid. It was easy to justify a great deal in order to cling to what was familiar.”

He fell quiet again.”I think leaving was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I think it’s that way for a lot of us. Even them.” He looked to the birds.

”But when you find the right place, perhaps you can stop thinking about the need to go elsewhere.” He looked over at her. ”May I ask where you’re from originally, Miss Dowling?”
Henrietta Dowling
player, 64 posts
Mon 21 Nov 2022
at 02:13
  • msg #44

Re: 03 - First Light

Hetty nodded in agreement. Restlessness and a desire to see, learn, grow clashed with the comfort familiar places and rhythm of life on the island. She shifted a bit as he spoke, watching him with her inscrutable gaze. When he mentioned the bird, she looked at Pest, a somewhat sad but knowing smile on her face.

"On this island," That was all she deigned to say as she stood up and brushed herself off. Her hair curtained her face and shielded her expression. "Let's continue, there's much more to see!" With that, she turned away from the precarious edge of the cliff.
The Lens
GM, 102 posts
Thy focus of
the Light
Wed 7 Dec 2022
at 00:08
  • msg #45

Re: 03 - First Light

The wind blew Hetty inland, and Pest above her. Matt followed like a stray feather, catching a moment on the clifftop and then travelling rapidly with no real memory of weight, only motion until his hand struck the stone of one of the stacks. Hetty showed him wind-dried fish and guillemot flesh hunted from cliffs a little way around the coast, packed into the roof of the cairnlike structures behind heavy straw ropes that required human manipulation to shift (ravens would occasionally wander or blow out this far, Hetty noted, the 'bandits' - skuas - not being smart enough to work out how to get in and hook out a prize). Seabird eggs from the summer lay preserved in ash in troughs below, blue, cream, and generally speckled: Matt's thoughts drifted to the possibilities of that rich, smoked-fish taste with salt and some sharp herb. Hetty snapped off a piece of sugar kelp hung up drying and handed it over to him, watching to see if he'd ever had it that way before.

Hetty showed Matt the best spots for glasswort, oysterplant and scurvygrass on the way back, too, and the cloudbery patch still showing tempting little sunset nubs of bright berries. Whimsically, she tried to teach him some Gaelic names for things - saimbhir, lus na sceallaĆ­, carran, lus nan oighreag - but for the most part the seafoam sounds simply washed in one ear and out the other. Neither minded: there would surely be time enough to learn the names of things.

At length they blew back into the kitchen in a tumble of boots and flapping cloth and seagull shouting (quickly shushed). Hetty stoked the stove and cross-marked the bread and put it in to bake, and Matt explored the parlour, finding the barometer before the clock and casting his gaze across chairs, knitted blanket-throws, rugs, small scrimshawed beasts and a handful of books including a Bible that showed that at points keepers' families had lived here, working or reading in quiet evenings or maybe painting the depiction of the clipper flying through a smoke- and varnish-darkened sea up above the mantel.

A few cobwebs seemed established in the corners, which sparked thoughts of how remarkably resilient something as small and fine as a spider must be, to find its way here to the island and set out nets with determination to thrive. A fiddle sat at the top of the shelf-niches built in beside the fire. Hetty came in and suggested that he start on the creels once the bread was baked and some sandwiches made of it, which seemed fair, and they at least made a vague attempt at grubbing up late-sprouting weeds from the garden whilst Pest took herself off on her own errands, coming in to the delicious scent of bread ready to come out to cool. Matt took up a full pot of water and set the stock scraps simmering for the afternoon whilst Hetty defended and placed out the loaf.

Armed, then, with ham-and-cheese sandwiches and bottles of ginger ale, the pair found their way down to the boathouse and picked a sheltered spot to stack the heap of pots and take a lunch. Hetty had raided some field glasses out of the hall cupboard and looked for porpoises, then went and hauled some crabs onto the slipway with a baited string as Matt worked, just for the sake of catching things. With no pail to be put in, the confused crustaceans simply wandered themselves into orientation and tried to make it back to the sea before the increasing collection of hopeful gulls got them. The tide had worked its way in, and started out again.

So the day passed, and somewhere past four the Captain arose and came out to squint at the sky and exchange loud exclamations with Pest, who found and bothered him as he came to check up on his charges. Matt had made it through nearly all the creels and was feeling proud of himself, the moreso when Captain Dowling picked them up for close scrutiny, tested the soundness of string and knots and nodded approval. All was well, and all were left do do as they would until suppertime, when Merigg's entire human population was once more gathered about the table and Mr. Hall's hearty stockfish-barley soup.

"Are ye content to take the first watch alone tonight, or would y'have me in the room again, to settle?" Captain Dowling asked the new man, without judgement.

[[space for either of you to comment on anything done the rest of the day, consider your next steps, etc. Next threads are night scenes.]]
Matthew Hall
player, 78 posts
Fri 9 Dec 2022
at 02:16
  • msg #46

Re: 03 - First Light

The day and Miss Dowling’s company had helped to dispel the lingering shadows of the prior evening, and the Captain’s approval of Hall’s work had strengthened his confidence. ”I honestly think I can manage, sir,” he answered, ”You’ve given me a sound grasp of my duties.”
Captain Dowling
NPC, 16 posts
Experienced Wickie
Tue 13 Dec 2022
at 13:50
  • msg #47

Re: 03 - First Light

The Captain gave Hall a moment's study. The wind thrummed softly outside.

"Good lad," he concluded. "I'll come see lighting up an' leave ye in charge of 'er 'til midnight. Y'know where I am if needed." He patted the new man on the shoulder companionably as he reached to collect up bowls to wash.
Henrietta Dowling
player, 70 posts
Tue 27 Dec 2022
at 02:15
  • msg #48

Re: 03 - First Light

It was the best time she'd had in a long time, she had to admit. Matt was good company and he was so attentive, it was easy to share more than she might have been inclined to with someone else about her home.  And the sounds of the sea and their voices was almost enough to wash the memory of the night away. Not a word about what had happened last night.

Almost. It was a fine line between being engaging and showing him what he really ought to know (at least in her opinion) and delaying the inevitable return. Her uncle would start too worry and she didn't want to be the cause of any rift between the two. All in all, it was just about a perfect day with a captive audience for stories.

She gave a satisfied sigh when she'd finished the meal, though a cloud flickered across the contented expression. She'd be expected to retire to her room for the night soon. Despite herself, the poor sleep from the night before and the day's traipsing about the island had worn her out.

Perhaps she could buy herself a little time with some mending and knitting, clumsy as her efforts were, but not enough. Silently Hetty helped to clean and put things away. "Good night, Mr. Hall," she said when Matt left, staring after him towards the lighthouse.


This message was last edited by the GM at 10:06, Tue 27 Dec 2022.
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