(3:16 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Ah, gentle reader, a late start today. And election day in the US which is a tempting distraction for people in this country which is such a close neighbour.
As he sat and listened to the waves gurgling against the rocks and hissing on the sand, he thought of the scene at the house in the settlement and he let his blood continue to boil. He decided to enjoy his anger and nurture it and to see if he could get it to grow.
He let scenes of a dual between himself and the dashing young man play out in his mind. Some in which he quickly dispatched his foe, running him through with a quick forward thrust of his shining cutlass. Over almost before they started. Others, duals of epic proportions, now one holding the advantage, now the other, some where he is nearly defeated and his death near before he skillfully reverses the situation and wins right at the end, wounded and suffering, but victorious.
In all of the scenes, his green eyed lady ended up in his arms or, in the ones where he is wounded, he in her arms with her showering his face with tender kisses mixed with passion.
(3:54 pm Nov 04, 2008)
You hear that sucking sound again gentle reader. What is it with this writing thing and the extreme tie in with the practice of procrastination fu?
So, what shall I do? Take a detour? One designed to manufacture some words? One perhaps designed to break through this writer's block? I think I might just have to do that today. That, or come up with some other plan or angle to get the juices and the words flowing smoothly again. It has been tough so far this year, but today seems different. While the previous days have seemed like a drought, todays seems like a sand blasted furnace of a desert with no oasis in sight or in thought.
(4:07 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Fulcrum decided to head back to the settlement to see if the party had ended and if he could get to see his green eyed lady.
As Fulcrum came near the house in town, he could make out that some people were leaving and he crossed the street and went and stood next to a shuttered building in the shadows and began to scan the yard and house to see if he could see his lady or the dead man.
He saw neither one of them the first time around and so started scanning again. Perhaps he had not been careful enough or, and here his heart fell, perhaps they had left together or, and hear his heart soared, perhaps she had tired of him already and sent him on his way and gone to her room to wait for him later when she would sing to him again.
And then his heart broke and his blood almost boiled over. He saw them. Together. Arm in arm. Laughing! Coming out of the front door and walking down the path towards the street. Towards him. He put his hand on his cutlass and his knife. He ducked back deeper into the shadows. Hiding himself in the darkness and turning his face away as they passed by on the other side of the street.
When they had passed and walked on, he turned his head carefully to look after them and then scanned the area. There seemed to be no one else about just now and so, sticking to the shadows, he followed on behind them at some distance.
(4:20 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Fulcrum did everything he could to hold himself back, to not rush forward and run the dead man through right away. Look at them!Walking along arm in arm. Laughing. She leaning her head on his shoulder from time to time and saying something to him which caused him to laugh and his blood to burn within him.
But as difficult as it was for him, he managed it, contenting himself for now with visions of making him suffer at the point and edge of his blades. Visions of her in his arms, tenderly looking into his eyes.
(4:51 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Before too long, they headed off to where a path led out to the north beach. Not the path the led out to near the pirate camp, but another which ended somewhere near where he had been sitting earlier on the rocks.
Fulcrum smiled. He began to formulate actual plans of attack should a chance present itself. But should he. How would she react to seeing her lover killed before her eyes? He knew she had feelings for him. He had sensed it that night on the porch, but would she faint and forever hate him for his act? Or would she sing at being freed to give her love to him fully?
(5:27 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Well, gentle reader, there has been a young rooster hanging around the place for a few days now. This morning, he began his crowing outside of my bedroom window before six o'clock. The lady from the zoo showed up a bit ago with some feed and a cage to begin the process of capture and re-location.
So far, the rooster is un-captured but some more time has been captured and sucked in. Perhaps, likely to never be released again. Can time, once captured, ever be set free again?
(5:42 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Well, Fulcrum had a change of heart. He decided that the dead man might live a bit longer unless a great opportunity presented itself. The dead man would need to die when she was not around. Fulcrum would not risk her possible disgust towards him should he act in her sight.
(5:49 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Well, gentle reader, it is really slow going right now and the plot, such as it is, just took an unexpected twist on me and I don't know how to take this new development just yet. Plus, I need to go and make a conch salad run so I am going to shut down for now and hopefully pick up with a bang once I get back and get some mollusk and veggies in me.
(7:29 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Well, the mollusk and veggies are down the pipe and I have been in the indoor rain as well. The election results are coming in with most too close to call so far from what I hear in the background. Let's hope that the full belly leads to a flow of words for the remainder of the night.
Fulcrum had dropped back a good distance after he had decided not to kill the dead man just yet. No sense in being seen if he was not planning to attack right? The two climbed the dune arm in arm and disappeared over the top. He heard laughter. He ran ahead and eased up the dune, crouching down and poking his head above the dune line carefully. His green eyed lady was running down to the ocean with the dead man walking a good way behind.
Fulcrum lay down on his belly and watched. Something off to the right caught his eye. A group of three men came over the ridge line of the dune at a run, weapons brandished. Two made straight for the dead man and one for his lady.
Fulcrum was stunned and froze with the possibilities. Should he let these send the dead man on his way and then rescue his lady from them? That sounded good but was too dangerous to the health of his love. He did not like his odds against three men. Possibly two if the dead man managed to take someone along for the ride.
He couldn't just watch and see what happened. Who knew what these men intended.
Finally he decided that, as much as he hated to do so, he would need to go to the rescue of the dead man. Somehow, that did not sit right with him but he saw no other choice at this point.
(7:51 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Fulcrum jumped to his feet and ran over the dune and down on to the beach proper, letting out a yell as he hit his stride. His cutlass over his head and his knife in his right hand.
The dead man's and his lady's attackers faltered in their stride as they looked to where he was running full speed towards them. They hesitated only for a second before increasing their efforts to close on the dead man and his love.
The dead man produced a short sword and a dagger from some where and prepared to defend himself.
Fulcrum decided to rescue his lady first and decide what else to do later. He altered his angle to intercept the man heading for her.
(8:07 pm Nov 04, 2008)
(9:11 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Oops, there goes an hour with no words gentle reader. Talk about writer's block, just when I thought I might get something going. I have to push on through.
His mind was blown away when his lady turned and ran at her pursuer, raising her skirts with one hand and letting out a very un-lady like yell!
Her adversary was even more surprised than Fulcrum, he stopped in his tracks and stood frozen for a few seconds before continuing on at a wary pace.
Fulcrum let out another yell and tried to increase his speed even more.
His lady's opponent looked his way and Fulcrum recognised him as one of his attackers from the bushes before the cruise. What? Their eyes met and Fulcrum say surprise on his face.
Then he was running at Fulcrum and closing fast. Fulcrum tripped and went down with the first blow struck. His attacker let out a cry of triumph and raised his cutlass to finish Fulcrum off when he was struck down from behind by the green eyed lady.
(9:37 pm Nov 04, 2008)
(9:54 pm Nov 04, 2008)
No, I just can't get untracked. I have to push through no matter what. I have to keep on putting one word after another while the count rises and rises. This is nanowrimo after all... don't let quality get in the way of quantity this month... but I really must learn to plot better in advance if I am to keep taking part in this November madness.
Struck down when she bowled in to his back at full speed. He still almost managed to stick his knife into Fulcrum's stomach as he went down though. Fulcrum managed to roll out of the way at the last minute and scramble to his feet.
His lady was about to press her attack when the man rolled over and raised his cutlass towards her while still on his back in the fine sand. She stopped. She turned and ran off towards the other fight leaving him lying in the sand. leaving him to Fulcrum.
"Remember me friend? I am so happy to run into you again," said Fulcrum swinging his cutlass. The man parried but Fulcrum pressed his advantage and soon knocked the cutlass out of the man's hand. Then he quickly dispatched him and turned to join the remaining fray.
Then a thought crossed his mind. Should he "accidentally" dispatch the dead man while trying to rescue him? Now that had possibilities. The thing is, he would need to take care of the other two enough so that they would not pose a serious threat before causing trouble for the dead man or things might not work out at all.
Was it worth the risk?
(10:08 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Well, perhaps not. He would keep his eyes open in case an opportunity presented itself though.
The dead man was doing his best to hold his own against the two men but Fulcrum could see that he was faltering. Then his lady jumped into the fray unarmed. But not un-legged it seemed. She landed a devastating sort of stomp kick to the back of one of the men's knees and he went down hard.
Then the dead man missed a parry and dropped his sword as his arm was cut by a glancing swipe.
The green eyed lady cried out and jumped to protect him.
The man laughed and licked his lips. "Ah, you sweet thing, come and give us a kiss."
(10:28 pm Nov 04, 2008)
Nighty night gentle reader...
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