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thoughtformed2012-09-20 01:15 pm
thebestseller) wrote in thoughtformed2012-09-20 01:15 pm
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Who: Richard Castle thebestseller
What: Prospector Castle muses about the events of the past few days in his journal. Solo log.
When: September 20th
Warnings: None.
Extract from the diary of Richard Castle
It would seem a contingent of ruffians has descended all at once upon our fair port, bringing with them talk of treasure along with the usual drinking and mayhem. I myself have managed to go largely unnoticed in their midst, but lurk among them and keep my ears perked I most certainly do, for I am quite curious about the existence and location of the so-called Silver Sextant.
Our brave Commodore does deny the existence of such a prize, but if so many separate groups have appeared all at once looking for it, all talking about the exact same treasure, does that not mean it could possibly be true? After all, is it not the Commodore's job to keep peace, and thus he would like to discourage them from staying by denying there is anything of value to be found here, thus concealing the existence of treasure from prying ears?
Of course, there always remains the possibility that the Sextant does exist and is nothing more than a small coin or bit of silver, not worth much at all. Legends do have a tendency to get twisted in the telling and retelling, and what was once a small token suddenly bursts into an entire chest or trove of treasure. It would be a shame if they all had to go home disappointed, with empty holds.
Legendary or not, however, I am finding myself wishing more and more to discover this treasure for my own. Isn't the journey said to be more important than the destination? It sounds like it would be a grand old adventure... if I only knew where to start looking, for I have no desire to join up with any pirate crew and end up hanged for my troubles.
Unless... unless I perhaps propose an offer to show them around our fair isle and help them become familiar with the lay of the land and plead ignorance should they cause any trouble. I could just say I was helping lost tourists and had no idea of their intentions, could I not? But then again, such an action could be decidedly foolish, as I have my doubts that the Commodore would believe my story, not after the spectacle and great deal of noise the pirate crews have been making since their arrival. I will need to carefully consider the matter further.
But what an adventure it has been already! I cannot remember there ever being such a proliferation of ruffians, troublemakers, rabble-rousers and treasure seekers since my own arrival in this fair port. Though the Commodore may dislike their presence and they themselves hate the crowding, I am sure the local taverns and inns are benefitting from the unexpected extra coin, even if it is from a less-than-reputable crowd.
I cannot say for certain what my attraction is to these pirates and the idea of going on an adventure... maybe a lifetime of playing it safe is making me thirst for it so. I am not getting any younger, after all, and why waste the rest of my time in this world playing it safe and sticking to the shadows, fearing getting hung or mixed up with the wrong crowd?
Their voices call to me through the parrots, even if they are bickering and arguing amongst themselves, seeking help, safe passage, or information, or even exchanging threats. They seem to say, "It's time to go hunting, Castle. The Silver Sextet is out there, and nothing is getting in your way." Nothing aside the threat of being hung, that is.
And I am finding myself even more intrigued by the beautiful Captain Beckett... never before have I seen a woman captaining a ship, and yet she is here with the rest of her crew, strong, confident and brave, with loyal ladies and gentlemen at her side. Upon catching a glimpse of her, I must confess my breath was momentarily taken away. Do I dare approach her? Offer her a drink, perhaps, or one of the aforementioned tours of the island? Or do I simply pine from a distance, imagine her long, flowing hair, her commanding voice, her beautiful face... but never touch her?
Is she the real treasure I seek? Or is this rumoured fever getting to my brain? Perhaps for now I will stop writing and go have a pint and perhaps a nap as I ponder this most vexing dilemma.
thebestsellerWhat: Prospector Castle muses about the events of the past few days in his journal. Solo log.
When: September 20th
Warnings: None.
Extract from the diary of Richard Castle
It would seem a contingent of ruffians has descended all at once upon our fair port, bringing with them talk of treasure along with the usual drinking and mayhem. I myself have managed to go largely unnoticed in their midst, but lurk among them and keep my ears perked I most certainly do, for I am quite curious about the existence and location of the so-called Silver Sextant.
Our brave Commodore does deny the existence of such a prize, but if so many separate groups have appeared all at once looking for it, all talking about the exact same treasure, does that not mean it could possibly be true? After all, is it not the Commodore's job to keep peace, and thus he would like to discourage them from staying by denying there is anything of value to be found here, thus concealing the existence of treasure from prying ears?
Of course, there always remains the possibility that the Sextant does exist and is nothing more than a small coin or bit of silver, not worth much at all. Legends do have a tendency to get twisted in the telling and retelling, and what was once a small token suddenly bursts into an entire chest or trove of treasure. It would be a shame if they all had to go home disappointed, with empty holds.
Legendary or not, however, I am finding myself wishing more and more to discover this treasure for my own. Isn't the journey said to be more important than the destination? It sounds like it would be a grand old adventure... if I only knew where to start looking, for I have no desire to join up with any pirate crew and end up hanged for my troubles.
Unless... unless I perhaps propose an offer to show them around our fair isle and help them become familiar with the lay of the land and plead ignorance should they cause any trouble. I could just say I was helping lost tourists and had no idea of their intentions, could I not? But then again, such an action could be decidedly foolish, as I have my doubts that the Commodore would believe my story, not after the spectacle and great deal of noise the pirate crews have been making since their arrival. I will need to carefully consider the matter further.
But what an adventure it has been already! I cannot remember there ever being such a proliferation of ruffians, troublemakers, rabble-rousers and treasure seekers since my own arrival in this fair port. Though the Commodore may dislike their presence and they themselves hate the crowding, I am sure the local taverns and inns are benefitting from the unexpected extra coin, even if it is from a less-than-reputable crowd.
I cannot say for certain what my attraction is to these pirates and the idea of going on an adventure... maybe a lifetime of playing it safe is making me thirst for it so. I am not getting any younger, after all, and why waste the rest of my time in this world playing it safe and sticking to the shadows, fearing getting hung or mixed up with the wrong crowd?
Their voices call to me through the parrots, even if they are bickering and arguing amongst themselves, seeking help, safe passage, or information, or even exchanging threats. They seem to say, "It's time to go hunting, Castle. The Silver Sextet is out there, and nothing is getting in your way." Nothing aside the threat of being hung, that is.
And I am finding myself even more intrigued by the beautiful Captain Beckett... never before have I seen a woman captaining a ship, and yet she is here with the rest of her crew, strong, confident and brave, with loyal ladies and gentlemen at her side. Upon catching a glimpse of her, I must confess my breath was momentarily taken away. Do I dare approach her? Offer her a drink, perhaps, or one of the aforementioned tours of the island? Or do I simply pine from a distance, imagine her long, flowing hair, her commanding voice, her beautiful face... but never touch her?
Is she the real treasure I seek? Or is this rumoured fever getting to my brain? Perhaps for now I will stop writing and go have a pint and perhaps a nap as I ponder this most vexing dilemma.