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Margarita XXXV

Contributed by ramfire on Sunday, 13th October 2002 @ 08:45:00 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



Ship's cabin's place for further talking scene.
Men smoke cigars, drink whiskey speaking so.
On captain's every sentence they do lean
and seek the answers they do need to know,
before soon they do leave, depart and go.

From hold to captain's cabin was but a climb, walk aft, and descent
through hatchway in the quarterdeck. Steps down ended at captain's
door. Cabin seemed small to Huerra, not at all like rooms at the
hacienda. A sheaflike bed with bottom drawers was against the right wall.
At rear, between small squat windows looking out on to the ocean, was
a roll-top desk. Toward the left, cabinet doors concealed unknown things.
A round wooden table with three chairs filled the middle area. On the
table was a deck of cards, whale oil lamp, and a dirty cup containing a
cigar butt. It was a bare room, a room used for sleep. It was a room where the
captain could spread out maps plotting navigation. Huerra wondered if the man
had other interests beside the sea. Captain Thompson opened the cabinet doors
withdrawing a whiskey bottle, cups, and cigars. He put them on the table. He
threw contents of the dirty cigar butt cup out the open window.
"Have a seat, gentlemen," he said. "Sorry about the whiskey. It's the only
rotgut I've got. Cigars aren't bad though."
Don Hernandez waved captain's apology away with a careless hand. "I've
a case of Madeira you'll have for the long voyage back, captain. It's the best
Madeira in all California and it should keep you good company."




Copyright © ramfire ... [ 2002-10-13 08:45:00]
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Re: Margarita XXXV (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 19th April 2004 @ 10:45:07 AM AEST
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Intereting and detailed.




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