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Wednesday Mar 13, 2019
Wednesday Mar 13, 2019
The shock of their abrupt landing abruptly fades as they ignore their fatigue and get to work breaking down the door. Rotted wood easily crumbles away, letting the seeping, inky blackness freely pour across the glimmering sand. Where stood the door now stands a gaping maw, quivering in anticipation. In a moment the Captain moves forward and beyond, frantically whispering, “Come on you grovel-mogels, get on it, into the deep and thick of it you fools, or we’ll never win the day.”
It is a whisper, but her movements are sure, a confident stride forward and then the Captain has disappeared into the ink and thick of it. She is gone and lost and they can only follow. One by one the tiny crew steels themselves for forward and one by one they step into that awful darkness. The 2 little girls go last, hand in hand and with beating hearts.
Sunday Feb 24, 2019
Sunday Feb 24, 2019
Endlessly their small boat rushes forward, the current now stronger than their flagging strength they can no longer direct a path through the increasingly confusing tunnels of murky, frothing water. Their only hope is the mean determination with which they are continuously dragged deeper and faster down the twisting and narrow waterways. Something is drawing them in. Cave walls become a jagged grey frenzy squeezing ever closer to the boat. Time slips farther and farther out of sync as cold moments hold and hold far past long until they have overtaken the next and the next and the next after that one. The 2 little girls turn towards the Captain and see her eyes are distant and milky, fresh spittle wet on her dry lips as she incoherently mumbles to herself. Then everything plunges into total darkness for an eternity of falling until their little boat wrenches to a violent stop at a tiny, sparkling shore of fine white sand spilling from a cramped and shallow cave. As their stinging eyes adjust to the sudden light a rotting wooden door hanging from rusted iron hinges comes into focus. From the back of the boat the Captain stands and says in a mad whisper, “Wits about you fools. There it is. And from the wink of it I think that ol’ bastard is really back.”
Sunday Feb 03, 2019
Sunday Feb 03, 2019
Sunday Feb 03, 2019
A brackish, still water surrounds their tiny boat, silent and still and yet still a constant dripping background, mismatched rhythms driving a maddeningly, frustrating off-beat. The 2 girls crowd the bow of the simple boat, squinting through the thickly dense fog, ignoring how sadly it weeps up the sides of their boat, silently clinging to their boots. Their eyes are small and acutely sharp, as they peer through the fog their fingers rigorously and quietly signal the Captain to the dangers ahead, directing their route through the stinking, treacherous cave. This is the course they have decided on, an endless series of flooded caves they hope will lead them towards that ancient, terrible throne. As they navigate deeper down the overwhelming sense of distance between them and their ship, anchored forever behind them, threatens to choke them to overwhelming.
“Ahh, I had forgotten that sickly sour in the pit of your stomach when all seems lost. What a forgotten memory, perhaps this journey is worthwhile after all.”
The words the Captain speaks seem far away, spoken to almost no one, but the electric snap of her eyes reassure the 2 girls they are at least on the right path.
Monday Jan 28, 2019
Monday Jan 28, 2019
Monday Jan 28, 2019
Their voyage has taken a dark turn, heavy fogs hang thickly above the water obscuring all distance, muffling all sound. They have found many objects of precious and miraculous natures throughout their adventures, wondrous things that promised their ship could never be stopped. But still a sharp, electric snap crackles thicker and thicker in the air the closer they sail to the Broken Throne of the Old King. A static that bites and clings to their skin and lips and eyelids. The Captain is always at the helm, refusing to rest or eat until the crew has to force her below deck, faint and wobbly legged, so she can eat a meager meal and catch a few hours of restless sleep before it all begins anew. The 2 clever little girls have shown they have quite the aptitude for strategy and so while the Captain rests Genna, Jessie and the 2 little girls plan late into dim waxy lit nights. They search for a new and clever way to find that odious throne and steal its horrendous treasure.
Sunday Jan 20, 2019
Sunday Jan 20, 2019
Sunday Jan 20, 2019
Adventures pile higher and higher, blood moons shining over black and churning seas, giants of ill temper and foul magics hidden deep in misty coves, haunted troll ruins overrun with grimy, ruthless undead. At every stop a new wonder, a found miracle, a-could-never-be. Always a step closer to a grander adventure the 2 little girls can sense waiting just beyond the horizon. Soon the girls are as deft with rope and sword as song and laughter, their salted hair wild and free to the wind the 2 girls grow fiercer everyday. And then one sudden day the Captain tells the crew that they would be sailing to the Broken Throne of the Old King. The crew grows tense, but the firm determination in their eyes tells the 2 little girls that this is a serious and bold direction. Later at dinner Jessie sits with the 2 little girls and waits for them to ask.
‘who is the Old King?’
“He used to rule long ago, but when it was his time to end and move on, he refused and so he was cursed and forgotten until he was just a myth.”
‘but his throne is real?’
“Oh the Old King is very really girls, why do you think we tell you not to look directly into the sea...the Old King has come back.”
Sunday Jan 13, 2019
Sunday Jan 13, 2019
Sunday Jan 13, 2019
Their jobs are hard, Genna and Jessie are always busy and the crew is tireless in their pace. So the 2 girls push themselves just as hard. The silence from the crew is thick, but the grimness begins to soften as they sail farther from port. Soon the little grins and winks from the crew every time the 2 capable girls do the job right turn into long, gruesome and meaningful tales of past adventures shared over simple, but filling meals. Days and nights meld into endless rope and salt as the hazy sun endlessly dances on the horizon. One late night, as everyone drifts off to a deep and numb sleep the 2 little girls broach a taboo subject with Jessie.
‘why was everyone...’
‘...so quite before?’
Jessie’s sardonic smile is almost an inside joke now.
“We took something back there, something big and important, something someone stole long ago and we decided to take it for ourselves. Now you might not know it being such sweet, little things, but when you take something you’re not supposed too it’s best to leave as quietly as possible.”
2 little, strong hearts begin to beat a pace quicker as a rosy blush of excitement rises to the 2 little girl’s cheeks. Jessie deftly blows out the candle, plunging the room into darkness and hiding how precious she finds these 2 crazy, kooky girls.
“Goodnight ladies.”
Tuesday Jan 01, 2019
Tuesday Jan 01, 2019
Tuesday Jan 01, 2019
As the girls climb up to the deck they see the purposed crew gracefully move through grim silence, perfectly coordinated as they prepare the ship to disembark. Quietly the girls tread the creaky deck hand in hand searching for Jessie.
“These monsters are kind of beautiful in their own obtuse way.”
The 2 girls turn towards the almost silent, deadpan whisper precisely striking towards them from a dark crease of shadow to their right. Out of the too close, inky blackness walks a tall, lithe woman of soft features, thick curls and crisp, sardonic eyes. A hidden wink and pinch hides in a single dimple as she coldly smiles at the 2 little girls.
‘is the crew...really monsters?’
“Heh, who isn’t a monster?”
...
‘are you a monster?’
A quick cold gust of salty sea air blows across their faces, stinging their eyes as a rosy and innocent blush rises to everyone’s cheeks.
...
“So you have joined the crew. Well I’m sure you’re just dying to know what your responsibilities are.”
‘are you...jessie?’
A cold smile rises to Jessie’s cavalier lips.
“Hello little ones.”