Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel - Day 20
(4:16 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
*** A Lonely Room
At least it is not currently a white room gentle reader, a padded white room.
(4:33 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
And so it begins again, that long daily struggle, this year, often deep into the night, that struggle to write and write and write.
And once again, last night, time conspired to keep me from writing scenes that needed to happen yesterday and so we must take a little trip on that literary time machine once again.
I guess I could try the flashback game with you gentle reader instead of asking you to go back with me to yesterday and experience it live as it were... Still, all in all, this seems best for now.
Who knows what will happen should we ever go to rewrite. Would you stick with me through that long struggle gentle reader?
Would you prefer to be called fierce reader, or fearless reader?
Fearless Reader, you know, that has a nice ring to it doesn't it Fearless Reader?
Good. Sorry for that mistake up until now. Well, perhaps is was not a mistake at all, perhaps I have just learned a new facet of your being today. Perhaps it has always been evident to me that you were a gentle reader and now, perhaps on this day when I consider the real possibility of our going through the valley of rewrite together I finally learn that you are not only a gentle reader but that you are also Fearless Reader?
Perhaps... no... it couldn't be, could it? You are not like one of those super type people with two identities are you?
Normally a mild mannered gentle reader who likes nothing better than to sit outdoors in a sidewalk cafe on a pleasant sunny day and read inspiring works of great literature with none the less high entertainment value. Only to step into a dark corner of a used book store when the time calls for it and, in an instant of whirling and flashing lights and strange sounds, turn into the caped and masked Fearless Reader. That piratical ninja of a reader who will read anything, anywhere, boldly, and with perfect diction whether, silently, under the breath, or out loud as the situation demands!
I am so happy to meet this other you today Fearless Reader. Welcome to my ever so humble novel... Danger - A Safe Bahamian Novel. I hope you enjoy reading it at least as much as I am enjoying writing it. I hope that it will prove at least a little bit easier to read as it has been to write... Ain't that a loaded statement?
(4:49 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
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(7:14 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
Well, I wanted us to take a trip on the literary time machine, not fall into a temporal black hole.
*** Inflatable Dingy Some Where Off Mores Island, Abaco
"This is about as close as we ought to get to her on the surface," whispered Mandy. She lowered an anchour over the side. They put on their fins and masks and slipped over the side and swam along the lines back to their scuba scooters which they had been towing.
"OK, remember, these re breathers are not for depth, stay above twenty of thirty feet, no need to go that deep really. Let's stay together. Follow my lead when we get there."
Jack and Sarai gave the OK sign and they all went down.
Jack concentrated on his breathing and keeping Sarai in sight. They had a light line between them, but he wanted to keep close and not run the risk of having the line break out here underwater at night. He tried not to think about sharks.
He went into a zone and was surprised when he almost bumped into Sarai ahead of him. The three of them got in close to each other. Mandy let down a small anchour on a rope and tied their scuba scooters together and hooked some ballast from each to the anchour line and let it go thus giving the scooters a mild positive buoyancy. She signaled them to follow and they kicked off after her, Jack again bringing up the rear. Alert.
(8:35 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
They climbed in over the stern and made their way quietly along the port side.
(8:51 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
Here's how it worked out.
They explored the whole ship but found no one aboard. They found nothing much of interest at all. They had a discussion as to whether they should call the Rising Tide over to pick them up or go back the way they came.
In the end, they decided to go back the way they came and slipped quietly over the stern and under water.
*** A Lonely Room
Ouch Fearless Reader... For some reason I am really having trouble with what is supposed to be happening at this point in the story.
Listen, if by some strange chance, you end up reading this before I write it, and you can get to send me an email to give me some of you input on what I am doing right or wrong right here in this part of the writing, please do.
mailto:zotz@100jamz.com
I could use all the help I can get right now...
(9:01 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
*** Shack Near Beach
We find Ronnie back at his computer messing about with serious multi tasking again tonight.
Although right now, he is leaning back in his chair with his feet on the desk and his eyes closed. Listening to a bit of the song he was messing with last night and which he went over to a friend's house today and did a rough recording of.
There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o
There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o
He sits up and clicks on the stop button on his ardour program. Something needs fixing here but he is not sure what. He marks out a region and sets things up to play it as a loop then starts things playing again. He notes with satisfaction that there are no xruns in jackd so far today.
(10:24 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
He gets bored and frustrated. He can't put his finger on what is bothering him and that is bothering him. Go figure.
He gets up and goes to the fridge to look inside and see what he can see. He checks down low and finds an apple sitting lonely and bored like he is so he grabs it and rinses it off in the sing and then dries it on a paper towel. He takes a bite and then starts to walk back in to the computer. Just as he gets out of the kitchen door, he gets the bright idea to perhaps brew himself up a cup of tea.
Should he do it? Should he risk being up into the night from the caffeine? Would it give him the energy he needed to get this stuff done tonight? He picked up the kettle and shook it. It felt ans sounded a little empty so he went over to the water cooler and put some room temperature into the kettle before putting it back on the stove and lighting the burner under it. He grabs a mug from the cupboard and a tea bag from the container on the counter. Throws in some cane sugar and decides to step out onto the porch to wait for the kettle to boil.
The air was cool and the sky was clear with a few small clouds high up there. The moon was large and high in the sky just a bit to the west of overhead. The stars were beautiful. He sat down and enjoyed listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks and the waves rolling up the sand of the beach. He got a notion to run down for a quick swim but put it out of his mind.
He jumped up and dashed inside and put on some music and then came back out and sat back down.
You and I we used to dance
In the days before romance
Young hearts never took the chance
To get closer than the dance
Then came love with all its fears
And my nights of endless tears
Nights I'd wonder when or where
You might once again be near
You and I have one more dance
Perhaps in England perhaps in France
Wiser hearts should take a chance
Perhaps get closer than the dance
That had a nice sound to it. Now he liked how that one was working out. He really though that this virtual band spread out all over the world might have some legs.
The kettle started to boil and he went inside and poured the water into the mug and put the whole thing under a tea cozy to let it brew for a while.
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is that you Ronnie?"
"Yes, mom, how are you tonight?"
"Your mother is lonely tonight Ronnie. When are you going to come up and visit again? You know you can come up on the boat in the morning and spend the day with me and then go back that night, or even spend the night and go back the next morning or the next night. Is it too much to ask that you should come and visit your mother once in a while?"
"No, mom, it is not too much to ask. It is just that I am busy now. Maybe in a few days or by next week at least I think."
"Why can't you come tomorrow or the next day son?"
"Because Jack is away and I told him I would house sit for him while he is away and keep an eye on things. I don't think I should leave this place empty with all that has been going on around here lately," says Ronnie before he realizes the mistake that he just made.
"What? What all has been going on Ronnie? You are not getting into trouble again are you son? Are you sure this is not another bad crowd you have fallen in with? You know you always used to have that problem growing up. Always running with the wrong crowd and letting them influence you."
"No ma, I think these guys are OK this time. Plus you know those boys mother's used to tell them I was the bad one and that I was being a bad influence on them."
"You were a good boy Ronnie, a little misguided perhaps, and too easily influenced by the wrong set, but you were a good boy."
Ronnie smiles to himself, mothers, you gotta love them.
"Mom, I may have been that good little boy, but I was often the ring leader when it came to getting up to trouble. But thanks for the kind thoughts."
(11:07 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
"Ronnie, who is watching your house while you are looking after someone else's house?"
"Mom, how many times do I have to remind you, I do not have a house. I am renting a car port from a different friend that he has converted into a studio apartment."
Ronnie remembers that he has tea brewing. Well, that was too long. he is definitely likely to be up all night if he drinks that tea, but he hates to waste stuff so he resigns himself to a long night of work at the computer.
*** Shack Near Beach
We find Ronnie back at his computer messing about with serious multi tasking again tonight.
Although right now, he is leaning back in his chair with his feet on the desk and his eyes closed. Listening to a bit of the song he was messing with last night and which he went over to a friend's house today and did a rough recording of.
There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o
There goes Mary, quite contrary
asked her how did... her garden grow
she said silver bells
she said cockle shells
said somethin bout pretty maids
in a row... o
He sits up and clicks on the stop button on his ardour program. Something needs fixing here but he is not sure what. He marks out a region and sets things up to play it as a loop then starts things playing again. He notes with satisfaction that there are no xruns in jackd so far today.
(10:24 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
He gets bored and frustrated. He can't put his finger on what is bothering him and that is bothering him. Go figure.
He gets up and goes to the fridge to look inside and see what he can see. He checks down low and finds an apple sitting lonely and bored like he is so he grabs it and rinses it off in the sing and then dries it on a paper towel. He takes a bite and then starts to walk back in to the computer. Just as he gets out of the kitchen door, he gets the bright idea to perhaps brew himself up a cup of tea.
Should he do it? Should he risk being up into the night from the caffeine? Would it give him the energy he needed to get this stuff done tonight? He picked up the kettle and shook it. It felt ans sounded a little empty so he went over to the water cooler and put some room temperature into the kettle before putting it back on the stove and lighting the burner under it. He grabs a mug from the cupboard and a tea bag from the container on the counter. Throws in some cane sugar and decides to step out onto the porch to wait for the kettle to boil.
The air was cool and the sky was clear with a few small clouds high up there. The moon was large and high in the sky just a bit to the west of overhead. The stars were beautiful. He sat down and enjoyed listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks and the waves rolling up the sand of the beach. He got a notion to run down for a quick swim but put it out of his mind.
He jumped up and dashed inside and put on some music and then came back out and sat back down.
You and I we used to dance
In the days before romance
Young hearts never took the chance
To get closer than the dance
Then came love with all its fears
And my nights of endless tears
Nights I'd wonder when or where
You might once again be near
You and I have one more dance
Perhaps in England perhaps in France
Wiser hearts should take a chance
Perhaps get closer than the dance
That had a nice sound to it. Now he liked how that one was working out. He really though that this virtual band spread out all over the world might have some legs.
The kettle started to boil and he went inside and poured the water into the mug and put the whole thing under a tea cozy to let it brew for a while.
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is that you Ronnie?"
"Yes, mom, how are you tonight?"
"Your mother is lonely tonight Ronnie. When are you going to come up and visit again? You know you can come up on the boat in the morning and spend the day with me and then go back that night, or even spend the night and go back the next morning or the next night. Is it too much to ask that you should come and visit your mother once in a while?"
"No, mom, it is not too much to ask. It is just that I am busy now. Maybe in a few days or by next week at least I think."
"Why can't you come tomorrow or the next day son?"
"Because Jack is away and I told him I would house sit for him while he is away and keep an eye on things. I don't think I should leave this place empty with all that has been going on around here lately," says Ronnie before he realizes the mistake that he just made.
"What? What all has been going on Ronnie? You are not getting into trouble again are you son? Are you sure this is not another bad crowd you have fallen in with? You know you always used to have that problem growing up. Always running with the wrong crowd and letting them influence you."
"No ma, I think these guys are OK this time. Plus you know those boys mother's used to tell them I was the bad one and that I was being a bad influence on them."
"You were a good boy Ronnie, a little misguided perhaps, and too easily influenced by the wrong set, but you were a good boy."
Ronnie smiles to himself, mothers, you gotta love them.
"Mom, I may have been that good little boy, but I was often the ring leader when it came to getting up to trouble. But thanks for the kind thoughts."
(11:07 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
"Ronnie, who is watching your house while you are looking after someone else's house?"
"Mom, how many times do I have to remind you, I do not have a house. I am renting a car port from a different friend that he has converted into a studio apartment."
Ronnie remembers that he has tea brewing. Well, that was too long. he is definitely likely to be up all night if he drinks that tea, but he hates to waste stuff so he resigns himself to a long night of work at the computer.
*** The Water Near Mores Island, Abaco.
They got back to their scuba scooters and headed back to the inflatable dingy. When they got back to where it should have been, it wasn't there any more.
"I know this is where we left her, what happened?"
"I don't know Jack, but I agree this is the spot too, look some more, she may have dragged her anchour some."
Jack decides to swim a widening spiral to see what he comes across. He soon finds the dingy, awash and with all of its chambers punctured with what must have been a dive knife. He did not like the implications of that.
They decide that they should get back to the Rising Tide as quickly as they can and head out on their scuba scooters. The thing is, these things are not super speedy.
They are making slow progress when the Rising Tide explodes...
(11:18 pm Tuesday Nov 20, 2007)
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