posted on Mar, 4 2012 @ 06:03 PM
It was the light breeze off the harbor that made him relax. The sounds of the gulls echoing off the hilltops, the wind carrying gentle sounds of the
lagoon lapping on the sandy beach.
Jackson stood in the morning salty air, overlooking his ship bobbing up and down in the harbour. The creaking of the sails calming his nerves for
the trip to come. He could see his first mate barking orders to the crew, making sure everything is in order. An occasional "aye aye sir" coming
from the crew mates acknowledging the orders being handed out.
"Jackson, Sir. The dock-hands are almost done loading the ship, could you sign here please?" the dockmaster said as he pointed to a sheet of
paper he had with the list of things to be transported.
The captain took the sheet of paper, looked over the contents and mumbled something under his breath as he signed the bottom.
"Thank yee sir, the rest of the cargo will be done within the hour" the dockmaster responded before he sauntered back to his cabin overlooking
With the shipment almost finished loading, Jackson started to walk towards his ship, taking in the air and smell of the ocean that was to be his
home for the next few months. He passed the blacksmith and could hear the high pitched bangs as he struck his hammer on the anvil, the smithy nodded
to the captain as he walked past. Next came the musty smell of the tavern, smelled of rum mostly, but he could also make out the subtle scent of the
previous nights activities from the open windows upstairs, he couldn't help but chuckle remembering his crews exploits of the women. He had no
problem drinking, in fact he could drink his crew under the table in one sitting, it was women he had problems with. It's not to say he wasn't
attracted to them, he was. In his thirty five years of living he had yet to come across one that could keep his attention.
He had his fair share of women, younger and older, but he could never find the one that could actually make him stop in his tracks. Well that was
until the other day, just after he docked and unloaded his cargo to make room for the next trip. She was all of maybe thirty years, but so unlike the
others. Her strawberry blonde hair matched his own, save for one thing, hers was much longer. The clothes she wore were unlike the others, in their
white dresses and parasols and high class attitudes, she stood out. To the other women she was more of an eye sore, but to Jackson she was eternity
defined. From her leather shoes to her dark blue form fitting slacks with pockets on the legs, front and rear. For a jacket it was grey leather
patchwork all open front, save for a pin the held the neckline together at the top. The features of her face could put any governers' daughter to
shame if she so chose to do so. It was but a few minutes that he caught sight of her that day, and since then he has not seen her since, and no matter
how hard he tried he couldn't shake the image of her from his mind.
Jackson steeled himself, for he knew the trip ahead was going to be fraught with some dangers, and he couldn't allow himself to be distracted by
such things. He padded along to his ship, passing the hungering smell of the bakery, the fresh bread smell wafting on the breeze. As the morning
opened up the skies, he could hear the kids starting to come out for their daily chores, and to get the daily foods for the breakfasts. The men
sauntering to their places of employ to earn their wages to keep their family fed and housed. He turned to his right and he grinned to himself as his
soft footfalls on the dirt roads in town, gave way to the clapping of boots on wooden planks.
The first mate leaned over the edge of the ship looking down on the captain, grinning his less then threatening display of teeth he said,
" Cap'n we almost be ready to sail, any last orders to be given?"
" Is everyone on board ?" he asked as he looked up at the first mate from the bottom of the plank leading to the ship.
Just then he heard running footfalls on the docks, sounding like they were heading right toward him, as he turned to see who they were, he caught a
glimpse of sailor colours rushing past him and up the plank.
"Aye" said the first mate with a grin, "now they are all accounted for"
Jackson walked the length of the plank-board and looked at his first mate.
"Then set the sails and hoist the anchor, we leave, now", he said with a straight face.
Within a few minutes he could hear the sails being unfurled, and the anchor being brought onboard. The sails catching the light breeze and filling
themselves up. As the ship creaked and groaned with the movement of getting under way, Jackson walked up to the bow and looked ahead out over the
horizon. He could see the sun starting to rise, the red and orange hues of the morning light reflecting off of the clouds, and the shimmering of the
refection off of the water. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted another galleon disappearing over the horizon, sails in full girth.
"Probably another trade ship or cargo vessel" he thought to himself.
The ship shuddered to life as it left the bay, sails being let out to catch all the wind, the ocean clawing up the front of the ship as it cut its
path out into the wide open space.
Jackson turned a bit and decided that it would be a good time to go and catch some much needed rest. On his way to his cabin he passed crew mates,
making sure the decks were clean, a couple were tending to ripped sails. A few were climbing up to the riggings to make sure everything was secure and
tight. The first mate was behind the wheel, keeping it straight on the course, amazingly whistling to himself, a soft tune he heard at the tavern last
night. He walked up to the captains quarters door and opened them, smiling to himself he closed his eyes as he spotted his bed. Oh how he missed it.
Kicking off his boots, and throwing his jacket on his desk full of charts and memorabilia he aquired on his journeys, he plopped himself
uncerimoniously onto the bed and promptly fell asleep. The dreams he had could have torn a sleeping soul from its slumber and make it tremble, but to
him these were calm. Two women haunted his dreams, the wild spirited blonde at the harbour, and one other woman, he couldn't really make out. All he
could visualize was cliffs over looking the sea, the sea spray coming up and almost reaching her bare feet. The red hair blowing in the wind, the
light freckles on her face and bare shoulders belaying her soft nature. A shawl wrapped around her keeping her warm. She turned her head and glanced
at him, without her lips moving she said to him, "In time you will know me, now is not the time".
It was then that he woke in a cold sweat, unsure of where he was. He quickly looked around him, his rapid breathing finally slowing as he took in
his surroundings. The boots flung without care on the floor, his jacket laying on the desk, the lantern above him swaying back and forth to the rhythm
of the ocean. Laying back down onto his bed, he breathed a sigh of relief, his sea green eyes darting over the ceiling.
He was just about to close his eyes, when his first mate banged loudly on his door.