The Watch-keeper

Sea, Sailing Vessel, Ocean, Sunset, Sky, Dusk

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Take yourself aloft – your watch to keep

As we plough our way across the deep

Keep a weather eye – for anything ill

What’s that lad?  It means keep your eye peel’d

With luck – port we’ll make by morn

Driving hard away from yesterday’s storm

 

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Peel/Peeled with d’Verse

Blue Peter

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The Blue Peter had been hoisted, and anchors were aweigh.  William Boyd, master of the Amy consulted his charts one more time as the forward watch called out the soundings.  The weather was promising with the following wind ample.  This was an auspicious start for the expedition.

On the Barbara, Captain Henry Clark called commands towards the masts.   The sails were set, and his ship maneuvered to follow a little to the windward of his brother-in-law’s vessel.  Henry had married Barbara, the sister of Boyd’s wife, Amy, a mere four months before, and the new relations soon began to plan a voyage to the islands recently ceded by the Dutch.  Spices and fortune awaited them.

This was Clark’s first command, though he had previously been first mate to Boyd.  The profits possible from two holds, however seemed to outweigh the up front expenses of acquiring a second vessel.  The seven year old Pelican was for sale at a reasonable price, and soon found its way into Clark’s care, thus receiving the new name Barbara.

The sisters, Amy and Barbara, watched from the quay as their namesakes and the men they loved sailed outward bound, Blue Peter dancing in the wind.

 

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Daily Writing Prompt #10: Sea Adventure

Miscommunication

U Boat, Baltic Sea, Laboe, Mecklenburg, Historically

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It was said to be the briefest command in naval history.  In a solemn ceremony Commander William Clark, handed command of the Swordfish over to Commander David Hayes.   Whereupon the new skipper instructed the helmsman to, “Take us to port.”   He probably should have given an exact coarse instead.

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Under Canvas

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Jerome had been telling Harris about his previous experience at sailing.  “It was a far cry from the rower’s life on the river,”  he assured him.

First of all there is that entire issue of canvas.  No, not the tarpaulin which provided cover from the inclemency of the weather, but the feature that propelled the craft.  Jerome never did quite get the hang of that, even after his adventure in Yarmouth.  But the canvas did still provide a shelter when needed.  Unfortunately, our hero couldn’t make heads or tails of how to cover the vessel with the complication of the mast and all.  Fortunately Montmorency was able to lend a paw or two, and a dry retreat was accomplished in the end.

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CCC #53

 

 

Tidal Memories

 

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Sea receding – returning to its familiar depths
Damp sand, strewn with tang,
Expanding with each and every wave.
Gulls alighting to search newfound terra
Webbed three-toed prints dot
The drying sands

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Inspiration Call: Let your eyes be the camera: “Think of your eyes as the lens and capture what you see in this poetry challenge. Whether on vacation or just going to work…pick a particular scene of the day and write about it.”

*Inspired by countless days watching the ebb and flow of the tides.

 

As August Fades

Beach, Beach Chair, Feet, Female

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The very first leaves had begun to turn red.  It wasn’t like the entire tree had turned either.  Just an impatient few crimson raced to welcome September before August had run its course.  It was a sign, however, understood by a few of the more observant children, but known all too well by teachers.  School days were about to return, and at this very edge of summer, every moment relaxation and calm was to be treasured.

The weather was still warm, and the sky mostly clear with only a few clouds to cast shade.  The beach beckoned.  The water was still pleasant, and the sands inviting.  So off the couple went to the coast in search of some quality time before lesson plans and homework marking intervened.

Parking wasn’t easy to find, and it took a few passes along the Marine Parade to find an appropriate spot.  The metre paid, and the towels gathered they made their way to the promenade.   Sand-covered children darted to and fro amongst the wind-breaks and parasols.  For the moment, a seat upon a sea facing bench seemed the thing to do.

He went to the kiosk and bought a couple of Whippy cones with Flakes, and returned to the bench.  Sun upon their faces, they enjoyed the creamy delight, as they watched the swooping of the gulls.  As she cuddled in next to him all was bliss, say for the inescapable dread of this tranquility being broken by the awful greeting, “Hello Sir.”  Fortunately, the salutation was avoided on this occasion, and ice creams finished, the couple made their way to the sand.

Just chilling, and living in each other’s presence, the day passed lazily and with a cool sea breeze rising, they left their beach haven and made their way to a fish and chips shop.   A battered cod for him, and scampi for her, they picked at a few chips shared as well.

As the sun dipped landward to the West, they remarked on the wonderful day, and the possibility of an Indian summer in which they might make just one more visit before autumn truly arrived.

 

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Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge August 20, 2019:  Use the phrase “edge of summer” in a poem or short piece of prose.

On Yarmouth Beach

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Beach 

Breezy day by the beachside

Children near us play

But we sit in quietness

No words we need to say

 

Our souls are bound in purpose

Our love still grows day by day

Such simple silent moments

Made my life seem perfect today

 

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A simple outing with my wife, fish dinner and a seafront ice cream.  Sun, sand, and sea.  Quiet togetherness.  What more is needed?

 

Ship Shape

 

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All was well in the wheelhouse, the wheel oiled, and the bright work shining with a golden sheen. In fact the entire vessel was “Ship shape and in Bristol Fashion.”

David Miller looked at his vessel with a sense of pride.  He was in command.  He would take this glorious craft into the great waters beyond.  Oh, the adventures he was ready for.

His inspection complete he returned to the bridge, and looked over the controls.

“Dorothy,” he called out to his wife. “Do you remember where the boat rental guy said the starter was?”

 

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #36