Heart Ship! Log Entry 9

Heart Ship! The quest for forbidden love

The morning is young, sun only barely shining across the land. Yes land it is what I see through the windows of my quarters. The town becoming lively with the captains up early loading and boarding for a new day. A quick swing of my razor to get the beard trimmed to none existing. Splash of water, refreshing thoughts. Slipping in the clothes and pulling on the boots. I stretch my legs on deck.

I release my last dove with a letter to my love. For now I am not sure where I am. After that beating I had troubles with my eye and reading of the instruments. But memories served me well keeping the stars in mind at night and the maps I read before. The land was in sight so I should be okay. Once I know where I am I can plan to see my princess once again.

The bouncing of the board underneath gets me closer to the solid grounds of land. With every step and hop. I cannot help but smile to  people grunting with heavy weights and bags. No cock could ever replace the shouting of the men at a deck and a ray of sunlight in the eye. One last step and a sniff of grains and jutes fill the air. Past the bales of tea buildings arise from the ground from stones of white. My .legs a little wobbly from being at sea, I try to regain balance

Signs outside in abundance help me find a tavern, a baker and even a sewing workshop. I feel my pockets to find little left of my money. A stomach roar addresses me on my hunger. Hungry, graving to fill my stomach with more than just meat. I long for her. An embrace a kiss a night out over town. Faces look at me as I seem to let out a growl. Fear of monsters over coming those in reach of my arm.

I enter the thing closest to me. A door hanging on half a hinge and the smell of sweat, filth, smoke and beer. One fill, of a meat pie for an entire day and a brew to match that is what I will be having. Stepping over a seat and sitting my ass down. Dust blowing and a shout to make my order. With in minutes a gentle touch on my shoulder of a dirty looking hand. Long fingers with lengthy black rimmed nails. How I missed being in places like this. Where a touch tells you, who you are dealing with. One would think the table breaks with the force she puts down the big wooden mug of beer and a steaming meat pie. “There you go love”, can be heard underneath all of the roaring men. Drunk and screaming, some fight about claims of stories to strong to be true.

No question asked about where the meat comes from, you just rinse with your choice of liquor. A good filling of the stomach for the day ahead. Finding a home, and some work is no easy task in these bitter times. All of my savings I put in this journey. Pursuing my heart into the dragons den.

©Ranting Crow 2013

Saturday spills with a smile this time. Hope you enjoyed the read of this quest for forbidden love.
Finally have foot on land again. A little wobbly on the knees but that is just getting used to solid grounds.
Earlier logs can be found on the ‘Crow’s Nest’ page.  How does it read or have been reading without the any dialogue? Does one miss it?

Best wishes
Ranting Crow