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A Rambling Cephalopod Narrative:

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This is a continuous thread story. Feel free to add in, but follow the Rules:
1. Posts must be related to the storyline.
2. No foul language .
3. No more than one reply in a row...let others jump in too.
4. Remember, continuity is a good thing...
5. Have fun with it.
 

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Chapter One:

The rain drizzled down the back of his neck as he hauled the small boat down the beache's shingle, scraping the keel here and there on the odd bit of rough stone and shell...not that it mattered, his boat had seen better days, as had he.
 

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He reached the waters edge and stopped to catch his breath. The sea was peacefully calm, despite the touch of rain. There was a smell of salt that filtered through his senses as the sun began to peak out over the distant horizon. Dawn was approaching fast and the feeling of urgency and anticipation came over him as he shoved the creaky old boat into the water and fumbled aboard.






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Contiued..

He looked back, he could see someone running towards him. He was dreading that this would happen. The person was his apprentice, Eric , which was not exactly what you would call bright. Just as the as Eric was about to get say hi, he fell face first in to the a mud puddle, when he got up, his face was so caked in mud that he could barely speak.
 

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The excursion wasn't starting that well. The previous night someone had stolen the zodiac, and this morning Eric got his toothbrush stuck up his nose again. Even if he did have two left feet, dim-witted Eric had a heart of gold.

He'd bought this old wooden dinghy to get back to his boat, moored offshore, for a mere pack of smokes and bottle of rum. The two of them slipped offshore, the dinghy laden to the gunnels with provisons, and, most important of all - a new fine-meshed beam trawl. Ten minutes later they'd reached the boat - his pride and joy.
 

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Fifty meters she was...from stem to stern...and he knew every inch of her, the ding marks from net hauls on the winches, the scrapes made by shark's teeth on the transom..(that had been a big haul...almost had sunk the damn boat). His boat. His pride...in which all of his money was tied up into also...Daniel glanced back at his apprentice boy, still with a bloody nose, and wondered if he would be able to pay him for this week's salary. Not the way it had been going...such a shortage of fish had scarce been seen on this coast...the talk in town was of doom and gloom, of people leaving in the night, as they could ill afford to make their payments upon the houses they had rented for the summer.

Ah well. The lady stood before him...swaying a bit in the mild sea, making her own noises like his wife did, snoring gently.
 

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It was at that moment, thinking fondly about his wife of these many years, that the dread struck him like a giant wave. He heard the voice again. The voice from the deep.
 
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The voice was like a winter's chilling breeze, although he can't hear clearly what it was saying, but when he heard it, it chilled him to his bones. Eric, the apprentice who justed finished wiping blood and mud off his face looked up to see him, seeing his mentor's pale white face sticken with fear was not the first time. The first time was when they were diving in the brackish cold waters of Hong Kong, when they discovered the remains of a dead police. The second time was when they came staring down at a giant Humbolt squid, in the Alantic. This was the third time. Eric loaded his belongings to the dinghy and waited for his mentor...
 

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"ERIC" Dan's sharp voice cut through his daydreaming, "Tie the boat off to a cleat and get a move on!"
Daniel scrambled aboard the ship, which listed a bit to the port even with his insubstantial weight added...she was a finicky vessel, the Albatross, finicky indeed .

Eric moved towards the stern, after throwing the gear on deck, new nets and all wrapped up into several bundles, tied up with rough jute.
Down in the hold he turned on the generators, and an unsteady light flickered into being, along with the cough of an air filter that would have to be changed soon. Eric still wondered at the change in pallor that came over Dan's face as they neared the ship, as if he heard a horrible noise somewhere...and the way his hands were still shaking as they came aboard.

Some of the townspeople said the ship was cursed, but Eric never paid attention to gossip from the landfolk...the sea had its own curses, and they were far more powerful than those of the earth. For the captain, this ship had always been lucky, taking in more catch than any of the other fishermen last year, and the year before, too.

With the dingy tied up to the port side, the Albatross began to motor out past the docks, chugging softly in the mist. Eric shivered.
 
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It was not becuase of the cold nor because his mentor was acting strangely today, it was because the ship had this special aura that makes you kinda funny, Eric wasn't exactly bright, but he know that something was wrong, espically the red splash of "paint" on the floor and the blood red colour on the gaff hooks , snares and other fishing equipments that looked more suited to a torture chamber in Iraq. It wasn't only Eric, his mentor was also thinking about this the same way...

I will continue since nobodies writing. :cry:
 

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