Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Sept 1, 2017 16:34:31 GMT
Thrakazog's face took on a rare look of self-confidence in his knowledge of the sea as he answered Clairee's question.
"Oh, nub, Miss Clairee. We nub 'ride' da ships... we 'sail' dem. Or we 'drive' dem if dey is under da power instead of da sails. Dye is nub alive, nub... so dey can nub be ridden like dat."
He looked thoughtful for a moment, by which one saw the look on his scrunched up forehead, and tight-lipped face, and assumed he was thinking. "Yub," he added as memory came to him. "When da ship is runnin good, we take dem out on da water and sail dem... or drive dem. We been here, and dere... we have to get da goods to other ports, and pick up da stuffies from dem to bring here. But sumtimes..."
It almost looked like a shadow came over his face, as if whatever memory he was having became more clear - or perhaps more dark. His voice lowered half an octave too, and given that he usually rumbled in the low frequencies, this new tone bore some foreboding.
"Dere wuz dis one time tho... we wuz out on da wide open water, and dem Sveden showed up. Dey wuz after our ship and I wuz purty new to dat crew. I wuz down in da engine room workin with John... and dey is boarded us, and dey came down, and den dey made fun of us, and attacked John, and den dey wuz whuppin on me. And den me kinda went blank... me nub rememb- me nub reemehm- me forgot whut happuned. Da next ting me knew, I wuz on da deck, and dere wuz Miss Cait - she's da Cap'n - and she wuz hurt, and John wuz hurt, and dere wuz hurt people all over... and dere wuz folks in da water, and da sharks wuz comin, and dere wuz lots ob noises, and screamin, and stuff, and me wuz hurt too... and it wuz nub bery nice at all."
He paused as if taking a breath, and when he did, the shadowy look about him dissipated, leaving him much the way he was at the start of the encounter with Clairee. He looked up at her, smiled a little shyly, and concluded, "But it nub like dat most of da time. It's usu- it's uzeyou- it's really nice da rest of da time. I like it a lot. Out in da deep water, dere's nub bad smells - just da fresh air. And dere's nub noises - just da water, and sumtimes da gulls. Den dere's da creakin ob da ship, and da riggin. And da sunsets are... dey are sumting, yub."
His eyes widened in his arguably fat face, as he watched for Clairee's reaction. Thrak was no great story-teller, but he grew excited at the prospect of an audience, and a topic he knew something about.He tried to be polite though. "So whut's da farm life like for youz, Miss Clairee?"
"Oh, nub, Miss Clairee. We nub 'ride' da ships... we 'sail' dem. Or we 'drive' dem if dey is under da power instead of da sails. Dye is nub alive, nub... so dey can nub be ridden like dat."
He looked thoughtful for a moment, by which one saw the look on his scrunched up forehead, and tight-lipped face, and assumed he was thinking. "Yub," he added as memory came to him. "When da ship is runnin good, we take dem out on da water and sail dem... or drive dem. We been here, and dere... we have to get da goods to other ports, and pick up da stuffies from dem to bring here. But sumtimes..."
It almost looked like a shadow came over his face, as if whatever memory he was having became more clear - or perhaps more dark. His voice lowered half an octave too, and given that he usually rumbled in the low frequencies, this new tone bore some foreboding.
"Dere wuz dis one time tho... we wuz out on da wide open water, and dem Sveden showed up. Dey wuz after our ship and I wuz purty new to dat crew. I wuz down in da engine room workin with John... and dey is boarded us, and dey came down, and den dey made fun of us, and attacked John, and den dey wuz whuppin on me. And den me kinda went blank... me nub rememb- me nub reemehm- me forgot whut happuned. Da next ting me knew, I wuz on da deck, and dere wuz Miss Cait - she's da Cap'n - and she wuz hurt, and John wuz hurt, and dere wuz hurt people all over... and dere wuz folks in da water, and da sharks wuz comin, and dere wuz lots ob noises, and screamin, and stuff, and me wuz hurt too... and it wuz nub bery nice at all."
He paused as if taking a breath, and when he did, the shadowy look about him dissipated, leaving him much the way he was at the start of the encounter with Clairee. He looked up at her, smiled a little shyly, and concluded, "But it nub like dat most of da time. It's usu- it's uzeyou- it's really nice da rest of da time. I like it a lot. Out in da deep water, dere's nub bad smells - just da fresh air. And dere's nub noises - just da water, and sumtimes da gulls. Den dere's da creakin ob da ship, and da riggin. And da sunsets are... dey are sumting, yub."
His eyes widened in his arguably fat face, as he watched for Clairee's reaction. Thrak was no great story-teller, but he grew excited at the prospect of an audience, and a topic he knew something about.He tried to be polite though. "So whut's da farm life like for youz, Miss Clairee?"