-Chapter 1 ~ The Desecration-
PART I of III
The boat swirved off to starboard, where the suppliment of materials for the ship to survive had been placed. "STOP THAT DELIVERY!" the captain shouted from the otherside of the broad ship. The crew scrambled on towards the barrels and boxes, but the boat would swirve the other way before they could reach it.
"Gah, this blubberin' sea crew aint worth nothin'!" the captain mumbled to himself. Standing proud, the boat swirved once again, and the captain fell over board. And he is yet to find. The crew eventually found their way to the shipment, but very few crates were left. Half of the package had been thrown off to starboard, lost at sea.
As for the captain, well he's just another tale in the book. His skeleton was found just months later, washed up on this very lake. Some say his soul walks among the grounds we step on, and well, who knows. You might be the next to join his crew.
"Baha! You call that a ghost story?" Billy chuckled. "That's more like a childrens story if you ask me!" What was in the package, oh might teller of horrid stories!" No one laughed. Billy was an idiot, as usual.
"Thanks Billy, please go see the camp director in the morning, because I'm off to Greece tonight. I won't be back for a while." I said. Everyone whined. I chuckled and began to tell them of my times with my new husband, and how we'd been planning on the trip since May of last year.
"But who will direct the stories?"
"When are you coming back? We'll miss you!"
"Could you please bring me back a souvenier?"
Questions left from right, I hushed the youngsters before they overwhelmed me with stupid questions. "I will be back by the end of the Fall. Its only a month. Yes, Jacob I can bring you a souvenier."
"Don't be expecting too much thou, I need to stay on budget." I said. I stood up and waved the kids goodnight and they headed off to their cabins. Truthfully, I loved working with the little brats, not that they're brats but you get the point. The nature, that was my vantage point. I could find myself out of the toughest situations, even was in the Navy for quite some time. Not much of a full experience, quit after 3 years, so I found myself as a ranger at Camp McDag'mal. [Mecdaegmel] So I walked to the RV from where the campfire blazed in the distance. All of a sudden, a cold chill ran down my back. Shivering, it was that night. Below freezing, and I had no coat on. I hoped in my Ford and drove to the airpost, about 50 miles from the camp. I cranked the heat on full blast and sang a few tunes, even if I wasn't the best singer.
The airport: most annoying place ever. Can't get anywhere without running into someone that you either know or don't. Either way, your gonna have to strike up a conversation, and fast. So, plain and simple try to avoid it, and eye contact, ha! Being in the Navy has taught me a lot of things I don't totally need to know, but hey. What the hay right?
"Miss, may I please see your tickets?" the ticket lady said. I looked around, but my husband was still not here. So I asked if I could wait a little longer, but she said I had to get on now, because the flight was about to take off. So I decided to stay off. The lady was about to close the door before I saw hbim running up the aisle behind me.
"MA'AM! Wait!" he screamed. The lady looked up and reopened the door. We both got on together, and sat in our seats.
"Where were you?" I asked. He looked at me, huffed and puffed, big bad wolf style. "Bathroom, why?"
"What takes you so long to go to the bathroom?"
"Not much actually, but an old friend of mine saw me and started a convo-"
"Remember, never make eye contact! What have I said?"
"Nothing that has been able to stay in my mind I guess." he chuckled. I shouldered him and sat waiting for the flight to take off.
Interesting new story. This is still only Part I, I'm working on a part two now, so when I update, its going to be good. I promise (maybe).