Kenneth Lawson: Home Waters

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Home Waters

Kenneth Lawson

The gentle breeze eased across the deck while the tide below rocked the boat gently on the water. Lying in a chaise lounge, his eyes closed and seemingly dead to the world, lay Captain Jacob Jarvis. In one hand, he held a signed first edition of The Old Man and The Sea, and on the deck next to the lounge chair, an open bottle of hundred-year-old scotch. 

Captain Jacob Jarvis had retired from active duty from the Space Council and had fought hard to live the remainder of his years on Earth. The last mission to Earth had been problematic.  Rush missions usually are, and, in the end, he stayed longer than intended to ensure the true nature of his visit remained hidden.  

At the time, he’d decided he wasn’t ready to retire. But soon after he returned to his home planet, he found that he could no longer shift and return to his natural state as he had been able to.  His doctor told him that it was time to retire. Shapeshifters do live extraordinarily long lives, especially compared to Earth years, but they are mortal.  Jarvis knew he had fewer years ahead of him—time to enjoy them.

Arrangements were made for his retirement from the Space Council. His affinity for Earth was well known, and he found that after so many years of taking human form, it was the most effortless body for him to maintain. He requested to return to Earth and live out his remaining years as a human.

His ship had been outfitted with a cloaking device, loaded with provisions, and prepared to stay in space indefinitely without support. He said his goodbyes to his home planet and embarked on one last journey. 

Jarvis parked the main ship in a LaGrange point outside Mars and loaded his shuttle with his things. The ship would remain parked in place in the gravity-neutral well. He shut everything down and, without looking back, departed in the shuttle.

He had chosen a tropical location on the seashore to make his home. He landed on the beach at night, unloaded his belongings, and then hid the shuttle deep in a swamp far from human habitation.  Sensors on the boat would alert him if anyone came near. He walked several miles until he came to a community where he had stashed a human vehicle and headed to his boat, where he chose to live.

On board the boat, he stared at the small locker he had allowed himself to bring. Most of his memorabilia remained on the ship, and he had to admit that he would miss being around all the items he had collected over the centuries.  He brought small items he couldn’t part with, including the old map and swords from Diedre’s time—his most precious keepsakes.

He took a sip of scotch and let his mind drift to Deidre, who he met when on his first assignment to Earth His time here had spanned from the sixteen hundreds until the mid-twentieth century, and he had loved many women overall those years, all redheads. But his heart was and always would be with Diedre, a pirate, and a woman to be reckoned with. Their adventures together had become the stuff of legends both on Earth and in his world.  She was the true love of his life.

Jarvis had fallen asleep when something bumping against the boat roused him. Startled, he sat upright in the lounge chair and swung his legs over the side.  The book slid to the deck, and the bottle of scotch almost spilled as he rose. Seconds later, a voice drifted above the swish of the water slapping the hull.

“Ahoy there. Permission to come aboard, sir?”  A female voice called cheerfully.

By now, Jacob was standing and facing the back of the boat. “Eh, yes, please come aboard, mam.” He managed to speak as he hurried to the back safety gate to unlock it. His old legs wouldn’t move as fast or steadily as he liked, so she was almost up to the safety gate when he got there. He unlatched the gate, and she strode past him.

Standing on the boarding deck was a beautiful redhead. Her long red hair blew in the sea air, framing her face in a blur of red. Shaking his head slightly as if to shift his eyes from the sun, Jacob blinked twice to refocus his eyes. Deidre?

“Follow me.”

The boat gently rocked under the extra weight and movement on the deck as they climbed the stairs to the top deck.  Steading himself, he waved his free hand, inviting her to sit. She moved with ease into the middle of the deck.  He took a deep breath and forced himself to talk.

“I’m sorry. Do I know you?”

 She faced him and took his hand, and grinned the grin he knew so well. His heart pounded in his chest.

“I heard you were back, Jacob!”  She pulled him into a kiss and hug. Centuries of memories flooded his mind as he returned the kiss.

“Deidre!” He managed to stutter when she finally broke the kiss and stepped back.

 Jacob stood staring at her as Deidre nodded yes.

“But how? You died centuries ago.”

“As did you several times, as I recall.”

 He shuffled his feet on the deck and looked down.  “Yeah. about that…”

“Never mind, it’s ancient history.’” She looked serious. “You don’t look good, Jacob.”

 That’s when it hit me. “You—you’re like me?”

She nodded. “Yes. The Space Council also sent me to Earth. I was there on another assignment when I met you.”

She sat down on a bench.  Jacob offered a glass of his scotch, which she accepted. And began to tell him her story.

The moon hung low over the bay, casting weird shadows over the water as the boat bobbed in the water. The changing tide causes it to shift slightly around its anchor.  After several hours of talking, comparing lives, and telling tales of their various missions all over the galaxy, she put her glass down and looked serious again.

“You need to shift again.” It was more of a statement than a question. He nodded yes and pointed to the hatch leading to the lower deck.

“I use a small stateroom as a shifting room.”

“Don’t let me stop you. Do what you need to.” She motioned to the hatch. “I’ll hang out in the living room and keep watch for aliens.”

 Jacob reached over and kissed her before he passed through the hatch.

~~~

In the past, he had been able to take a desired form and persona and maintain it for an extended period without having to return to his natural state. Often, he had stayed in one form for several decades or even centuries without a problem.  He was also aware that the differences in time between his natural world and the world he was in made a huge difference in how long he could stay in character—the slower Earth time always affected him when he came back. 

The last mission to Earth had shown him that changing and staying was getting more challenging for both bodies. His earthly body was much older and worn out, and his natural body showed signs of degeneration and the effects of the many changes over his lifetime. The doctors told him that staying human too long would wear out the human body faster.  His body needed to rest best in his natural state. When he came back to Earth for the last time, arrangements were made for him to have a place to return to his natural state as needed. He knew he would eventually be in one state or the other when he finally gave in to his fate.

His love of the sea and being on the water had made the idea of a boat seem natural. When the idea of his having to change regularly was discussed, a boat appeared to be a natural place because the chances of his being observed were slighter on the water than on land near people.  He selected the catamaran boat because it was stable and more manageable for him to handle by himself and blended into the places he wanted to visit.

As he closed the door and prepared to make the change, he considered not changing again. It was tempting to stay human, but the afternoon and the shock of seeing Deidre had tired him. He needed to rest.   

As he went through the transformation, questions about Deidre filled his mind. While he was more than glad to see her again, why hadn’t she contacted him before, and where had she been all this time?

~~~

Several hours later, Jacob emerged from his stateroom.  While his body felt better, his mind now wrestled with new thoughts and old feelings. He had long ago made peace with the fact that he was dying. Or at least until late yesterday afternoon, he had been. 

The sun had risen when he came up on deck. Deidre sat in the chaise lounge chair, drinking orange juice and munching on a bagel.

 “It’s a glorious day!” She proclaimed as she held up her glass of juice.  The sun reflected through the orange liquid in the clear glass and glinted against her red hair.

Jacob found himself at a loss for words as he leaned against the rail. The sight of Deidre’s red hair blowing in the gentle breeze of the late morning reminded him of their many adventures centuries ago.  Looking past her and at the waters beyond the boat, he considered what was next.

Deidre joined him and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him, and he responded, wrapping his arms around her and reliving something he thought he’d never experience again.

 The boat gently rocked as they sat on a bench. Deidre brought him orange juice and a toasted bagel, and coffee for both from the tiny galley kitchen below deck. Jacob sat back, munched the bagel, and took in the new reality. Many questions still rattled around in his mind. But he said nothing for some time. 

“So, tell me, what’s the plan?” He finally spoke. It had occurred to him that her being here was more than random. There was a reason she was here.

He understood why she had never revealed her true identity to him when he met her back in the sixteen hundreds. But why was she here now? It was more than just moral support and rekindling an old flame. Both of which were fine with him. As much as he wanted to know the truth, a bigger part of him didn’t want to ask.

Deidre leaned back on the bench and stared at her coffee for a minute before she answered. “Jacob. It’s our seventh great-granddaughter. She is ill and needs our help.”

He leaned back in his chair, speechless. He knew that he had children here.  Much had been made of their relationship at the time. But no one had ever hinted that Deidre was more than another human at the time or afterward.

Deidre pulled a tablet from her bag. She tapped the screen and then turned the tablet around to face him.

“This is our family line. From our child, Lauren, to today. Seven generations of humans. Only not quite. You and I knew the rules about mixing with the natives.  There are good reasons for them.” 

Jacob nodded yes, transfixed by the chart and names on the screen.

“You remember the stink it caused when I became pregnant with Lauren?”

Again, he nodded yes.

“There was another reason for it besides the obvious. A shifter had never mated with another shifter in alien form. They didn’t know what would happen. Usually, when we mate with an alien species, the baby dies soon afterward. So, while tragic, it ends the possible line. But Lauren lived.  Thus, creating a whole new problem—a human born with alien and human DNA. The Council didn’t know what to do with me then, so they left me here to raise the child and watch it for signs of our DNA. Which I was glad to do. Eventually, my human body died, and the Space Council closely watched her. She never exhibited any symptoms of our DNA. So as far as she knew, she was human. She had kids, who had kids until now. They were all watched closely.   No one ever showed any signs of our DNA. Fortunately, shifter DNA didn’t show up in Earth’s test, so there was no indication they held extra DNA.”

“Until Now?”

She tapped the screen on the tablet and brought up more pictures.  Detailed reports from doctors appeared on the screen. Finally, a picture of a young red-headed woman appeared.

“This is Samantha, your seventh great-granddaughter.”  Jacob took the tablet and looked at the picture closely. He could see the resemblance between Deidre and him. The shape of the face and the features said she was his.  Her red hair sealed the deal. “She is an orphan. Her parents, her mother was also our descendent, were killed about six months ago. She was injured and in the hospital for several weeks. As she is fifteen with no other family, she was released to foster care but became ill.

“So, she’s sick. What’s wrong?”

“They don’t know what’s wrong or how to try to treat her. Everything they’ve tried so far hasn’t worked.”

“And The Space Council thinks it’s because she has shifter DNA in her?”

“Yes, from the test they’ve been able to conduct from their labs and the evidence that Earth’s test shows.  For some reason, our DNA is trying to assert itself and take over her body, which is treating it like an infection and attacking it.”

“What am I supposed to do? I’m not a doctor.”

“I know. We need to see her and tell her the truth. She is sick because she has alien DNA, and maybe take her back with us.”

The rule had always been that no human could be brought back to his planet for several reasons.  One important reason was that they wouldn’t survive on the planet due to the atmosphere.  Jacob knew this was different. This human had shifter DNA in her and was part alien, but he had seen what happened on other planets when a new species was introduced. It hadn’t gone well. 

Deidre filled him in on all the details of the generations before.  One thing that had always puzzled the Space Council was why none of the others had been affected, especially in the earlier generations. The only reasonable conclusion that they could draw was life expectancy. Until the last several generations, the average life expectancy had been much shorter.  Samantha was now older the any of her previous generations had lived. The other consideration was that environmental factors played a big part in awakening her alien DNA.

 While the discussion had focused on the possible causes of the girl’s predicament, The more immediate problem was what to do about her. To that end, it was agreed that they would meet with her, see the situation firsthand, and go from there, to tell her everything eventually.  Several times, Jacob mentioned that she might be unable to handle the new information mentally.  He questioned if telling her everything would do more harm than good.  Deidre agreed.  They had both seen what humans with mental issues could do or be like and the results of a mental breakdown. 

While Jacob didn’t have any direct communication with the Space Council, as he was officially retired and not working, Deidre did. She had been in constant contact with the Space Council, updating her on Samantha’s condition and what the doctors were doing. The last report said that she was showing signs that her body wasn’t responding to treatments being tried.

***

They pulled up the anchor the following day, opened the sails, and headed out of the bay. It would be a full day of sailing to get to the town where Samantha was.  If the strong wind died down, they’d use the engines.

Jacob felt a pang of homesickness as they left the bay heading north. He had been anchored in the same bay when he met Deidre in the sixteen hundreds. This time he was leaving the bay, possibly for the last time. Deidre was feeling nostalgic and said she’d miss the bay as they rounded the entrance into the main channel heading up the coast. 

The winds died down, and after hours under engines, fuel was getting low by late afternoon, and they stopped at the next marina, refueled, and bought extra supplies.  Jacob noted a crowd of young people on the far end of the docks milling around an old schooner moored there. He asked about it, and they told him they were considering buying it and restoring the schooner. 

Back on his boat, he wrote down the name of the old ship and the location.  Deidre asked him about it. “Just an idea.”  The old schooner had put a gem of an idea in his mind, and he hadn’t fully worked it out yet, but it would have to wait until they had dealt with Samantha’s illness before he could even think about it. But it was still good to have ideas, no matter how far-fetched. 

After sunset, they arrived in the coastal town close to where Samantha lived. The rising moon reflected off the water as they found a slip to dock in and found the Harbor Master, checked in and paid for rent on the slip. 

Fortunately, Deidre had all the necessary paperwork to rent a car. Jacob had some identification but not everything needed for such things. They rented a van, which allowed them to put in what they would need when Jacob had to change again, which would probably be soon.  They knew shapeshifting in unusual and unsecured places was dangerous, but Jacob’s condition made it likely that he would do so soon.

The rest of the night was spent driving the van inland to the nearby city. The early morning traffic was light but starting to get heavy as the sun rose and the city woke up. By then, the GPS in the van had pointed them to the hospital, and they parked in the visitor garage near the hospital. 

The next step was to figure out how to get to see Samantha. The Space Council had furnished Deidre with all the reports, room numbers, doctor’s names, and even the names of the technicians and nurses who worked on the floor. But it didn’t tell them how they would get to see her as they would have to figure it out on their own. As nonfamily to all involved, they had no reason to be there. 

Jacob took the lead when they approached the main desk in the lobby.

“I’m Jacob Jarvis, I’m Samantha Brown’s great grandfather, and this is Deidre Smith,” the name on her driver’s license. “She’s her aunt. We’ve just heard about Samantha and rushed here to see her.” 

The young lady behind the desk took their information and gave them forms to fill out, which they did and were eventually pointed to the nearby elevators and told what floor she was on. That was easier than they expected. The three-minute ride up the elevator was the longest ride either of them had taken in centuries.

The elevator doors opened with a ping, and a soft female voice announced what floor they were on.  The wide hallway felt eerily empty.  Glancing at each other, they worked their way down the hall past several doors that were opened, showing various people in beds with machines hooked to them. Signs next to the doors proclaimed various restrictions, from diet to safety precautions such as masks and the like.

About halfway down the hall, they found Samantha Brown’s room. Stopping in the middle of the hall, they hesitated for a moment. Jacob squeezed Deidre’s hand, and they entered the room.

The array of machines hooked to her was dizzying. Several machines beeped regularly, and at least one showed her heart rate, temperature, pulse, and oxygen levels. Several IV bottles hung from a couple of poles at the headboard. Their clear plastic lines ran to needles taped to both of her arms. Wires snaked their way out of the loose fitting one size fits all hospital gown that covered her, leading to the various boxes on stands beside the head of the bed.

They knew that she was sick from reading the reports. But seeing the physical evidence and the equipment needed to keep her alive was another matter. They were both stunned by the amount of equipment crammed into the small room.

They hesitated, standing in the doorway. Samantha perked up a little at the sight of strangers who weren’t doctors. 

Approaching the bed, they introduced themselves as they had downstairs.  She asked how they knew about her. They said that they had heard about a girl being extremely sick and that doctors couldn’t figure out what to do with her, and when they checked, they found she was related to them, and they came as soon as they could. Samantha seemed to take the story at face value. 

Deidre sat on the edge of the bed next to Samantha and took her hand. Gently holding it, she traced the lines of her hand under a finger and realized that her hands were soft, squishy, and had no natural substance. Her human bones were gone.

“Tell me, Samantha, what does your hand feel like?”

“Oh, I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. It’s like it’s there, but it’s not there.  I can feel sensations like you touching it. But when I try to use them, they don’t work.”

Deidre nodded and looked up at Jacob.  He pulled a chair over and sat so he was facing her directly.

“Samantha, we have something to tell you. I know it’s going to be hard to understand or believe. But It’s true and explains why you are sick, and your body is changing the way it is.”

She nodded, and he continued. “I know this is difficult to comprehend, but I am not human. I am from another planet and was sent to Earth to gather information as part of a planet protection program. Many centuries ago, back in the early sixteen hundreds, I met your great-grandmother, seven times removed. We fell in love, and things happened as they will, and another line was started—your material line. I believed her to be human, but she was not. She was of my kind. We are shapeshifters who can take human form or almost any alien form.  Because we were both in human form, the baby born was human, and we did not expect that the human baby would carry alien DNA.” I stopped for a second to see if she was comprehending.”

“Go on, tell me.”

Samantha, you are part shapeshifters, like us, but for some reason which we haven’t figured out, our DNA has never created any issues until now. But this is what is happening to you. Your body is trying to fight the new genes asserting themselves and why your limbs and hands feel like they do, and why you’re so sick.”

She tried to sit up in the end but only managed to rearrange herself in a less comfortable position.  Deidre helped her move pillows and get more comfortable as we waited for her reaction.

“So, let me get this straight.  You both aren’t human, but you take the form of humans here on Earth. You’ve both been here before, in the past, and you two screwed back then as humans. So, your kids are all human, with a bonus DNA gene floating around in us. Which until now, as far as you know, hasn’t been a problem.”

“That’s it in a nutshell,” Deidre confirmed her summary.

“But you came back now because?”

“I came back to Earth to retire. I spent much time here and am very fond of the planet and its humans. I’ve been here several times over the centuries. Deidre has been here, but not as often as I have. We were both here, back in the sixteen hundreds. I was on a mission to study your water supplies, and she was on a different mission. We met and fell in love. Neither of us knew the other was anything but human. It wasn’t until recently that we discovered we were both shapeshifters.”

 “Sooo…  How old are you two?”

“It’s hard to explain. Our planet’s time is very different than it is here. Let’s say that we’re way older than we look.  In Earth years, probably about a thousand years old.  Deidre is a little younger, but not by much.”

Diedre spoke. “Our people have been tracking all the descendants from my child back in the sixteen hundreds. None of them have shown any signs of the problems you’re experiencing. This led us to conclude that something triggered our dormant DNA to assert itself.  We don’t know yet what it is.”

Samantha closed her eyes as if trying to take in the new information. We waited quietly. I kept glancing at the door expecting a nurse or doctor to show up any minute.  The hallways were too quiet. I barely heard any movement outside of the room. This began to concern me.  I’ve been in hospitals for centuries and rarely is a floor this quiet.

“When is the next nurse due in to check on you?”

“They pretty much leave me alone most of the day. I think they’re scared of me. I heard some nurses refuse to work with me.  But they come in every shift change and do a check and see if I need anything. THEY COME when I ring the bell, but I don’t think they like it.”

Jacob shot a glance at Deidre—time to get to the details. Deidre sat straight on the bed and looked Samantha in the eyes. “I need to ask you some questions, and you must be honest with us.” In turn, Samantha nodded yes and swallowed hard.

“How do you feel? Can you walk and go to the bathroom by yourself?” We wanted to ask her many questions but had to see if she could travel first.

“I can walk a little, but I need help. My hands and arms mostly don’t work right, and I feel weird. My breathing is off too.  As for the bathroom, at this point, I can do most of it by myself, but it’s not easy with my arms and hands not working right.”

“Okay. We don’t know what’s next for you or how to help you, but we think you should come with us. If you’re becoming what I think you are, we are in a better position to help you deal with it than the doctors are.”

“You mean, I’m turning into a…”

“Shapeshifter. Like us. Yes. Your hands and arms are beginning to become more like us in our natural state. Your body will eventually follow suit. The doctors here have no clue what’s happening or how to deal with it. We don’t either, except that we already know about shape-shifting and how to change forms, which is what you’re doing. Don’t get us wrong. The doctors here have done a great job of caring for you, but they’re way over their heads.”

Samantha sat straight up in the bed and pushed back the covers, which revealed that her hospital gown was barely covering her, and the wires and IV lines ran from her arms and upper chest.

“You have clothes here?” She nodded towards the small closet on the far side of the room. Jacob retrieved the clothes and other bags from the bottom of the shelves. Nodding to Deidre, he closed the door behind him as he went out to the hallway.

Twenty minutes later, the door opened, and Deidre nodded for him to come in. Samantha sat on the side of the bed, wearing a light top, blue jeans, and sneakers. Her red hair was still messed up from getting the op on, and she was trying to brush it with a small brush. The machines had all gone wild when they unhooked the wires from her IV needles which lay on the tray next to the bed, their valves shut off.

 “Let’s get out of here before they come looking,” Deidre insisted, and Jacob didn’t need to be told twice. 

The doors to the elevator closed just as they heard a nurse scream for help as she entered the now-empty room.

It took them some time to get out of the hospital and get to the rental van. But they made it without being caught. They stopped several times to let Samantha rest, walk, and try to eat before they made it to the dock where Jacobs’s boat was moored.

The late evening moon found them sailing out of the harbor. Jacob needed to change again, and Deidre took over the boat while he rested. She sat with Samantha and explained more about their lives.  Eventually, Samantha fell asleep on a bench in the main cabin.

It was early morning when Jacob came out of his room. Still not feeling as well as he’d like, he did feel better. The two ladies sleeping in the main cabin brought a smile. He made his way to the deck. Checking the navigation system, he found they were on course to return to the bay where they started. Diedre did love it as much as he did. As he made coffee and a bagel in the galley kitchen, it occurred to him that decisions would have to be made soon. Jacob was eating on the main deck when Dedrie came from the cabin.

“How soon can we head back home?” Sitting across from Jacob, she took what was left of his bagel.

“I don’t know.  It would take a day at least to get back to my landing ship, from there to my mother ship.”

 “She’s not good. I couldn’t move her this morning.  I barely got her into your shifting room. She’s shifting faster than I expected. “

“Shit.” was all he could get out. “Is she awake?”

“Yes, but not coherent, and her temperature is up. She needs a proper changing room.”

“Can she change here?” 

“She may have to. I’ve talked to the Space Council doctors, who say her chances of surviving her first shift are slim, especially here without support.”

“Okay, let’s do this. I’ll head for the landing ship, you take care of her, and if she shifts before that, we’ll deal with it.”

They needed to get back to the bay to get to the landing ship. This would take time, and this boat was a little slow, even with the engines.

Jacob was at the boat’s helm two hours later when Deidre called from the cabin.

“She’s changing!”

Below deck, they helped Samantha change from a human into a creature no one on Earth had ever seen. Fortunately, with their help, Samanta survived, and over the next few days, they could transmit data to the Space Council. It was determined that a newly developed antibiotic contained a chemical trigger that caused her alien DNA to activate. The good news was that in discovering how Samantha changed, the Space Council scientist discovered how to rejuvenate the shifting process. The new compound would give Jacob his strength back and the ability to shift less often.

Jacob and Deidre taught Samantha how to shift back into her human form, and then Jacob and Deidre had a chat with her.

“Sam, we are both going to stay on Earth. We have come to love it, and it has given us you. I have decided to purchase a schooner I saw a couple of weeks ago and sail the world. As you have no family, we would love for you to join us.”

“You would?”

Deidre smiled and hugged her. “We would.”

Six months later, they set sail on a moonlit tide aboard the newly christened Shifter III. With Dedrie and Samantha beside him, Jacob felt at peace for the first time in centuries. 

He finally had a family and was sailing on the waters of the home he loved. He would die on earth a happy man.

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D. A. Ratliff: Of Dogs and Brides and Hurricanes

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Of Dogs and Brides and Hurricanes

D. A. Ratliff

As a child, this soggy alcove under the mangroves where the sea crept in at high tide had been my favorite hiding place. My younger brother Lucas and I spent hours playing hide and go-seek, and he never found my private hideout. I hoped he didn’t find me today.

Family. I am sure the dictionary lists dysfunctional as its synonym, which applies to my situation. I am stuck on a small barrier island off the northeastern coast of Florida with my dysfunctional family—a pro-football player brother about to marry a cheerleader with half the state of Texas in attendance, my harried parents, and a neurotic dog. Not to mention a tropical storm bearing down on the coast in less than forty-eight hours. Oh, and lest I forget, I am a meteorologist, so everyone here thinks I can predict what the storm is going to do and is constantly asking me, what’s it doing? Therefore, I, Madison Parker, am in hiding.

I gazed across the cove at the Caribe Room, a Caribbean-hut-styled outdoor dining room at the Mystic Beach Hotel. Faint chatter reached me, so I knew the wedding guests had gathered for breakfast. I loved this place—usually. My parents, Daniel and Kerri, visited Florida when I was three and Lucas was ten months old. We stayed here, and when they discovered it was for sale, they impulsively bought the small but quaint hotel. Lucas and I spent our childhood playing on the beach, learning to swim and dive. We had a little sailboat that our dad taught us to sail when we were older. Mom homeschooled us until Lucas displayed tremendous athletic skills, and each morning we walked a half-mile and crossed the bridge to the school bus stop so he could play football. That got him a scholarship to college and a high draft pick in the NFL. With a penchant for the weather, I became a meteorologist and currently work as a civilian forecaster for the Air Force’s NASA weather team.

Hungry and knowing I couldn’t hide forever, I rose from my hiding place. It was time to become social and join my family. On the way, I checked the National Hurricane Center’s report, and the tropical storm remained on track to pass close to the island making landfall to our east sometime early Saturday morning. Great. The wedding was on the beach early Saturday evening, with the outdoor reception in the Caribe Bar. With the latest forecast in hand, I headed for breakfast.

The crowd hit me with a barrage of What’s the latest? the second I appeared. I gave them a brief update and headed to the buffet, where I found my dog, Cirrus, standing over a plate, licking it clean. He raised his head long enough to acknowledge me, and I saw pancake syrup covering his nose and dripping from his chin. “You are a mess, Cirrus.” He stared at me and went back to licking the plate.

I loaded my plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast and sat beside my brother and his bride-to-be, Bethany Waverly. Lucas pointed to Cirrus.

“You know, Madi, for a Border Collie, he’s not very smart.”

“Oh, he’s smart enough. Been panhandling everyone here.”

Bethany squeaked. “Oh, he’s just the cutest little thing. I told Lucas we needed to get another dog, just like Cirrus, as soon as we moved into the new house. Have you seen pictures of the house yet?”

To avoid answering, I shoved a large spoonful of eggs into my mouth so I could only nod. Not only have I seen photos of the “MacMansion” they bought more than once, but I think everyone on the planet has also seen them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for Lucas, and Bethany is a good person, but the trappings of wealth are not my thing.

I told them I was concerned about holding the wedding on the beach or the reception in the Caribe Room. Bethany smiled. “I know, but Momma and Daddy want this to be perfect, so that little ole storm needs to scurry away. I don’t want to upset them. I mean, Daddy invited all his business associates here for a big weekend, and we don’t want to disappoint them.”  

“The storm’s still developing. We need to keep an eye on it, just in case.”  From Bethany’s shrug, I knew she was in total denial. It would be a long forty-eight hours until the wedding.

After breakfast, I decided to take a run on the beach. South of the hotel was a long stretch of sand, and with a storm already north of the Bahamas, the breeze was a bit stronger than usual. Calling for my moocher dog, we headed down the path and onto the sand. Cirrus took off running ahead of me. I decided not to try to keep up with a quick Border Collie.

About midway down the secluded beach, Cirrus halted and ran toward the tree line. I yelled for him to stop, and thankfully, he did, just as one of the guests from Texas stepped into sight. I hurried toward Cirrus and grabbed his collar.

“I’m so sorry. We didn’t know anyone was on the beach.”

The man held a cell phone, and I noticed he pressed the red icon to end a call. He shook his head. “Just taking a walk and wanted a closer look at the mangroves. Nothing like this in Dallas. Now, you and that dog have a good run.”

He headed toward the hotel, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t being truthful. I decided to blame my anxiety on the dropping pressure of the approaching storm. Sure, it was.

Cirrus ran so much that by the time we headed back, he slowed to a walk, panting. I was a bit tired, too, so I plopped down on the sand with Cirrus beside me. Although I came home often, as Titusville was close by, this visit seemed different for some reason. It was my brother’s wedding, which should have been enough to make me anxious, but something seemed off. My job at NASA Launch Services requires me to work with the various new rocket companies launching at the Cape. Being in launch control in tense situations honed my sense of even minor stress. I felt tension now, not all of it because of the impending storm.

A catamaran sailed past, and as the boat approached the cove, it dropped sails and, under engine power, turned toward the hotel dock. Undoubtedly, another wealthy member of the Texas crowd is coming for the wedding.

I scratched Cirrus’s head. “I guess we should go back. There is a luncheon ‘do’ with the bridesmaids today.” He barked excitedly. “No, you are not invited.” He darted along the beach. “Yeah, I know you. You’ll find a way to get a treat.”

~~~

The Gardenia room, the luncheon site, overlooked my mother’s pride and joy, a tropical garden. She had scratched out every root and stone, bringing in soil and planting everything by hand. The garden’s beautiful fountain and tropical plants made a gorgeous backdrop for any event. Someday for my wedding—maybe. I laughed. A groom would come in handy for that.

Bethany’s bridesmaids included her sister, Marissa, four cheerleader cohorts, and me. We sat at a table with my mom, Bethany’s mom, Delores, and two of her aunts. Looking at the tall cheerleaders made my feet hurt as I thought of the four-inch platform shoes Bethany insisted I wear so I didn’t look like a kid next to the grownups. Painful or not, I would do it for my brother.

The food was delicious, and the Bellini’s free-flowing, and from their condition when they left, I had a feeling my soon-to-be sister-in-law and her friends would be sleeping lunch off by the pool. My brother had volunteered to keep Cirrus out of trouble, and I found him, Dad, and an excited Cirrus, on the dock standing next to a tied-up boat, the catamaran I saw earlier. I presumed the man they were talking to be the catamaran’s owner.

Lucas waved me over. “Madi, meet my friend Will Benson. Will, my sister, Madison.”

“Nice to meet you, Will.”  I shook his hand, and the contact took my breath away. Did you ever have one of those moments when it struck you that something significant happened? I had one of those moments.

“Madi, Will, and I have been friends for the last couple of years. Met at the gym.”

“You are a brave man, being friends with this one.”

Will laughed. “He’s not as formidable as he looks.”

“I know. I used to wrestle him and win. But then we were 3 and 5… don’t think I could now.”

My dad chuckled. “Somehow, I think she could still take him. Come on, let’s head to the bar and get this man a drink.”

Thiry minutes later, Will and I sat alone at a table overlooking the pool. An issue with a faulty shower head had called Dad away, and Bethany dragged Lucas to the parking lot to look at the rolling bar-b-que pit her Texas cousins had brought with them. They were cooking tonight’s dinner—a Texas-style bar-b-que.

I sipped what was becoming my favorite drink, London Lemonade, and enjoyed the afternoon. There was sun and afternoon heat, but in the distance, I knew what the ominous darkening clouds meant. This beautiful weather would not last long.

Will pointed to my glass. “What’s in that drink? You make a little sound after every sip. I like that.”

I felt my cheeks getting hot and hoped I wasn’t blushing, but his words reflected my total enjoyment of the drink. “It’s called London Lemonade, and it’s just my mom’s freshly made lemonade with a gin kick. It’s quite good.”

He grinned. “I can tell.”

I changed the subject, my words stumbling a bit. “Lucas said you are sailing the boat to your uncle’s home in Palm Bay?”

“He bought the catamaran from a broker in Charleston last month but didn’t have time to bring it down. I had the time since I’d be in Florida anyway for Lucas’s wedding, and I could sail it down for him.” 

“I imagine he was happy for the help.”

“Yes, and it gives me time to check out the Titusville area.”

For some reason, my pulse quickened. “Why Titusville?”

“Oh, I guess we haven’t gotten to that… uh… I start a new job there in a month for a private rocket company based at the Kennedy Space Center.”

“You are moving to Titusville?”  He nodded, and I continued. “Lucas told you I live there and work for the Airforce Weather team that forecasts for the Space Center?”

“He might have mentioned it. Said you could show me around.”

I forced a breath, then managed to speak. “Sure, I’d be glad to show you around.”

We chatted about Titusville for a bit before Bethany rushed to the table. She hugged Will. “So glad you made it. But I need to tear Madi away.” She turned to me. “The seamster is here to make certain the bridesmaid dresses fit. So, I need you.”

Will turned his palms out. “She is all yours. See you at the bar-b-que, Madi.”

~~~

By the time the bar-b-que started, I had disturbing news. The tropical storm had gained strength, was turning quicker than expected, and would head up the Florida coast. Meteorologists in my office suspected it would become a weak category one hurricane by tomorrow evening and pass close to the hotel.

I found my parents and told them the latest on the storm. They would let the guests, especially those not members of the wedding party, know they might wish to evacuate. I then had to tell my brother and his bride-to-be the news.

Lucas and Bethany were in the buffet line. I told them the news. Neither looked happy. “What do you think, Sis?”

“The forecast is accurate. The only good thing is that the storm should pass offshore, making landfall along the Georgia-South Carolina border. But remember, as good as we can be at times predicting these storms, they are fickle and sometimes fool us.”

Bethany clutched Lucas’s arm. “We can’t cancel the wedding. Everyone is here. This is important for my dad. Lots of oil executives who are clients of his are here.”

Lucas glanced at me. “Beth, honey, we can’t put people in danger, but I think we’ll be okay. A weak cat one should be fine, and the hotel has gone through higher winds than that.”

While I couldn’t endorse his opinion, with little time to evacuate one hundred wedding guests plus a few others and the staff, I was inclined to agree. Staying put was practical, and if it stayed on track, the storm would pass close by at low tide with less possibility of storm surge.

That settled, the aroma of bar-b-que lured me to the buffet line, where I found Cirrus waiting with anticipation for someone to toss him food. The buffet was laden with ribs, chicken, brisket, pulled pork, and numerous side dishes. I was trying to decide what to get when Will walked up.

“This is the one thing I’ll miss about Texas—the bar-b-que.”

“There is a fantastic bar-b-que joint near where I live. I think you’ll survive.”

“Only if you let me take you to dinner there.”

I laughed—a bit too girly, I might add. “You’re on.”

With plates piled high with food, we joined my parents and some of our family at their table. Cirrus followed us and was now nuzzling my dad’s arm. He knew a soft touch, which paid off, his muzzle now covered in BBQ sauce.

Two hours later and vowing never to eat again, I decided to take Cirrus for his last nature call during a lull in the rain bands that were beginning to arrive. Will joined me, and we took the excited dog to the dog walking area on the north side of the hotel.

“Nice that your family accommodates pets here.”

“Because Lucas and I brought home every stray dog and cat we could find, they had no choice. Then decided they should allow families with pets, so that’s what the hotel is known for now. But still, a fun place for adults to get away, and they attract many small conventions.” I unhooked Cirrus’s lead, and he took off down the step to the tree line to sniff. “You know when my parents bought this place, it was smaller and rustic, like a private hideaway, but they’ve worked hard and made many improvements. It’s three times bigger now and has a destination restaurant. It’s great to see what they have accomplished.”

“Why didn’t you and Lucas stay here to help run the place?”

“Mom and Dad threw us out. They followed their dream and wanted us to follow ours. I’ve loved the weather and the stars since childhood, so I found the perfect job. Lucas’s passion has always been football, and with his talent, he had to pursue a pro career. Although, he told me a while back, before he met Bethany, that he might come back and work here when he retired. Now, I don’t know.”

Will chuckled. “I know Bethany gives off the pro cheerleader vibe, but underneath the spandex and the glamor, she’s a down to Earth gal. And she loves Lucas very much. His dream might be hers as well.”

“The more I get to know her, the more I believe you are right.” It started to rain, and Cirrus came running back to the covered veranda that circled the Old Florida-style hotel and bounded up the steps.

“No, Cirrus.” But it was too late as the dog shook his wet fur with gusto. I was snapping on his lead when we heard angry voices from the covered patio below.

“Stop accusing me, Tanya. I told you I have everything under control.”

“The hell you do. If you did, he wouldn’t be calling and threatening to kill you if you didn’t go through with the deal.”

“I told you to shut up, or I’ll….”

“Or you’ll what? Hit me again. You know what? I’m done. When we get back to Dallas, I want you out of my house.”

“Your house?”

“Yeah, the house my daddy paid for, and remember, it’s in my name. I’ll go along with your charade here, and you can pull your scam on Waverly. Then, I want you out of my life.”

After we heard the entry door slam twice, Will blew a low whistle. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“No, not at all. Should we tell Mr. Waverly what we heard?”

“I think we should let Lucas know, and he can tell him. Waverly’s a good man, honest, I think. He doesn’t need to be the victim of a con.”

We went inside the hotel and, on the way to the elevators, passed by a small alcove surrounded by plants. Bethany and Lucas were sitting on the settee, and she was crying.

“I swear, Lucas, I don’t care if the cake and the flowers can’t get here. We can’t stop the storm. But Momma has been dreaming of this day all her life, and all the trappings here are her wants, not mine. I’d just as soon get married on the beach in shorts with only the family. But Momma wanted a sparkly wedding, and Daddy wanted to wine and dine his clients. So, here we are, stuck in a hurricane.” She laughed. “Maybe there are enough of those chocolate cupcakes in the vending machines to serve as wedding cake.”

“Baby, that’s why I love you. Love that sense of humor. I bet my mom and Chef Maurice can figure out the cake, and Mom has great flowers all around the hotel. It’s going to be good.”

“As long as you marry me, it’ll be good.” 

Will and I snuck past, and when we got to the elevators, Will grabbed my arm. “The hotel has a van, right?”

“Yes, a few of them.”

“Okay, I have a plan. Meet me here at seven a.m. We’re going on a covert operation.”

~~~

Will’s idea was genius. We found out the name of the florist and the bakery and called them before we left the hotel. With the storm coming, both businesses were happy to accommodate us as they would close from Friday afternoon until the storm passed. We asked the florist to prepare the bouquets, boutonnieres, and whatever else they had time to finish. The bakery hurried to decorate the cake and completed it by the time we arrived. They also had extra sheet cakes and a canceled order for ten dozen chocolate cupcakes. We took those as well.

Mom and the hotel catering manager sighed with relief when we arrived with the cake and flowers. We stowed everything in the walk-in cooler, and the catering manager she they would set up the large banquet room overnight since the wedding had to be indoors.

By the time we got everything put away, it was two p.m. We were starving and headed to the Mangrove Grill inside the hotel. Dad had shut the Caribe bar down to secure it before the storm. We ordered salads, and I had taken a couple of bites when I realized I hadn’t seen Cirrus.

I texted Dad. He replied that he and Cirrus took a walk on the beach to ensure the pool attendants had collected the lawn chairs and umbrellas. Cirrus had run ahead of him just as a heavy feeder band hit, and it was raining so hard that Dad ran for the hotel. He thought Cirrus had come with him.

Panic tried to rear its head, but I reminded myself that Cirrus was a Border Collie and intelligent despite being goofy. And he would not run away. We checked all the public places in the hotel, and no Cirrus—time to look outside. Rain pelted down, so I grabbed rain ponchos from the front desk, and Will and I headed to the beach first.

We yelled for him but got no response. The wind blew across the beach toward land, muffling any sound, making it hard to hear him bark, if he could. Panic tried to win out again when I saw Will, walking ahead of me, dart into the mangroves. I started running as he stepped out and motioned for me.

Cirrus stood among the mangroves’ roots, struggling to pull his paw from the tangled roots. “He’s trapped. Looks like he’s scrapped his foot trying to get out. Come over here and see if you can pull his paw loose while I pry apart the roots.”

It took a few minutes, but with brute strength, Will managed to get the thick, tangled wood apart enough for me to pull out Cirrus’s bloody paw. I grabbed his collar to help guide him when something caught my eye. I leaned around the mangroves tree in front of me and screamed.

“Madi, what?”  Will yelled out.

I pointed. “It’s a body. There’s a body back there.”

~~~

With the storm bearing down and the police short-handed, an hour passed before the county sheriff’s deputies and a Florida Bureau of Criminal Investigations detective arrived. EMTs had responded earlier and had already checked the body.

My parents, Lucas and Bethany, her parents, Will, and I sat in a small conference room waiting for Detective Starnes to join us. Cirrus lay in the corner sleeping, his cut paw bandaged but seemed otherwise fine. I checked with the forecast center on the still tropical storm. The winds had picked up, and the rain bands crossing the island increased. They expected the heaviest bands to reach us by eight p.m., and the eye would pass offshore sometime after midnight.

Mom had brought a pot of coffee and mugs and poured it for us. “Chef Maurice is preparing tonight’s rehearsal dinner, and after service, the staff will begin setting up the main banquet room for the wedding.”

Bethany responded. “We can all help. That’s a lot on your staff.” 

My mom glanced at me. “No, I won’t have it. We’ll be fine. Only hope the rain lets up so I can get some flowers. If necessary, we have flowers around the interior public places—we can use those.”

“No worries about it. All we need is our families and friends at the wedding.”

We chatted about the storm until Detective Starnes joined us. “I’ve taken your statements, but I have a photo of the victim I’d like to show you to see if you can identify him.”

No one could. Eric Waverly was the last to see the photo, and as he handed it back, Will tapped me on the arm. “I need to tell them what we overheard.”

“I agree.”

“Mr. Waverly, forgive me for not telling you this earlier. I intended on telling Lucas as soon as we got back this morning, and then we found the body. Last night, we overheard a man and woman fighting.”  Will then recounted what we had heard.

When he finished, Detective Starnes asked, “Any names?”

I responded. “Only the woman’s, Tanya.”

Delores Waverly gasped. “My goodness, Eric, it must be Tanya Anderson. She married that guy from Nevada two years ago, James Anderson.”

Eric Waverly slammed his fist on the desk. “I knew something was up with that man. Detective, right after they got married, Tanya invited us to dinner at their new house. Anderson had a big deal he wanted to talk to me about. I’m a loan broker, securing funding for startups and existing companies. I had him checked out—looked legit, but something didn’t feel right. I decided to tell him I was canceling the deal after we got back to Texas. Detective, it’s hard to stay ethical in my business, and I’ve lost business because of it, but I suspected he was scamming me.”

Starnes nodded. “Got a photo of him?”

Mrs. Weather held up her phone. “One from an art show we went to with a group last weekend.”

I gasped. “I know him. He was on the beach yesterday morning. He stepped out of the mangroves and startled Cirrus and me. Said he was admiring the trees, but I think he’d been on the phone.”

Starnes requested that Delores text him the photo. He turned toward a deputy. “Search the hotel and grounds. Let’s hope he didn’t get off the island.”

He added to us.  “James Anderson is now a person of interest. If you see him, don’t engage—contact an officer.”

As we were exiting the room, a deputy arrived with news. “Detective, EMTs report the bridge to the mainland has washed out. They’re returning here.”

“Well, that’s great.” Starnes looked at my parents. “Going to need a cooler for the body.”

~~~

The rehearsal dinner turned into a less formal affair. The storm became a Cat One around seven p.m. We expected landfall around one a.m. on the Georgia coast. Mom requested that the guests wear casual clothes and comfortable shoes to the rehearsal dinner. At seven, Will and Cirrus, who trotted in as if he belonged, and I sat down for dinner. Despite the weather and a murder, Chef had outdone himself with Chicken Kiev and a steamship round of beef.

Dad joined us minutes as the servers arrived with the salad. “That was different. We moved items out of the walk-in cooler to make room for the body. The staff is a bit freaked out, and so am I.”

Lucas paused in mid-bite. “Any word on Anderson?”

“No, police are going room to room with Janelle, the night manager.”

Bethany shuddered. “My mother is beside herself. She has known Tanya since college. They were not close friends but saw each other often, and even invited us to their wedding. Learning Tanya told her husband she wouldn’t stand in the way of him scamming Dad has upset her tremendously.”

We were enjoying Key Lime pie when the double doors to the banquet room flew open. James Anderson ran into the room, brandishing a pistol with deputies, their guns drawn, following him. Eyes wide and his face flushed, Anderson spotted Delores Weatherly sitting behind us and grabbed her, pulling her from the chair. One arm around her waist and the other holding the gun to her head, he sneered.

“You let me out of here, or I’ll kill her. That bastard talked me into this scam and would have killed me if I didn’t do it. I killed him first. I told him it was too risky. Weatherly was catching on.”

Starnes spoke calmly. “James, you can’t get off the island. The bridge is out, and there’s a hurricane coming. You have nowhere to go.”

Anderson glared at the detective. “No, there’s a better way out.”  

The gun in his hand shook, and it took a second to realize that Will had rushed him. The body blow caused Anderson to lower his gun arm, and Cirrus chomped down on his hand, causing him to drop the weapon. Within seconds, deputies had Anderson cuffed and out of the hall.

Starnes checked on Delores Waverly, then hunkered down next to Cirrus and scratched his head. “Good boy. Need you on the force.”

He stood. “Mr. Parker, we need a secure place to keep the prisoner since we can’t get him out of here.”

“I think we can find a suitable spot.”

~~~

In an abundance of caution, Dad opened the dividers between two smaller conference rooms creating ample space. The lack of windows made the location safer. Most guests chose to wait out the storm there, bringing pillows, blankets, and snacks from their rooms. I had to laugh. Dad informed everyone that the contents of the snack cabinets and refrigerators were free, and most appeared to have brought everything with them.

I left Will to keep Lucas and Bethany from wandering into the large banquet hall where we were setting up for the wedding. I joined them after we had the basics done in the room. Will had settled in a corner with pillows, blankets, and Cirrus, now sporting a purple bandage on his paw.

I sat next to Will, and Cirrus wiggled over, crawling onto my lap. “Should I even ask how he got a purple bandage?”

Will laughed. “He picked it out. One of the EMTs came in to check on everyone and noticed his bloody bandage. She had a first aid kit, cleaned the wound, added some antibiotic cream, and bandaged it again. Then she held out four colors of the sticky outer gauze and let him choose his color. He chose purple.”

I hugged my dog. “You are special and a hero.”  I looked at Will. “So are you.”

“Just close enough to act.”  He patted Cirrus. “And so was this guy. Remind me not to make him angry.”

Howling wind rattled the building, and torrential rains fell as the feed bands closer to the storm’s eye passed overhead. We settled in, family around us as the storm intensified. As midnight approached, the lights flickered, and the power went out, signaling the storm’s proximity. The sound of wood splintering and glass rattling reached inside the interior rooms. Quiet conversation drifted around the room, and as the wind settled, people relaxed. Feeder bands continued for most of the night, but by daylight, everyone drifted back to their rooms.

Luckily, with the big generators Dad installed, we had morning coffee. I could survive anything if I had coffee. Due to the power being out, Lucas and Bethany decided to hold the wedding at two p.m. and not six, so all the festivities would be in daylight.

Mom and the staff had worked since dawn to finish the banquet hall for the wedding, setting up the tables and chairs for the guests to sit during the ceremony and dinner. Will and I had the duty to keep Lucas and Bethany entertained until the reveal. We walked around the grounds to assess damage and check on the catamaran.

Will was relieved. “One of the deputies is a sailing enthusiast, so he helped me tie her up and batten her down. From here, looks like she’s fine.”

We headed to the loading dock area and found Bethany’s cousins firing up their huge BBQ cooker. Her cousin Timothy waved us over. “Chef Maurice asked us to help. We’re cooking salmon, chicken, steaks, and baking potatoes here. Not going to be the menu you wanted, but we’re gonna eat.”

Bethany hugged him, but I noticed she was crying when we walked on. “Hey, not the best circumstances, but the family is together and unscathed.”

“I just wish we had a wedding cake. Since I was a little girl, the cake was the centerpiece of the wedding.”

“I bet Chef comes up with something.”

We walked down the beach. There was debris strewn everywhere, and the sea still roiled from the storm, but the sun was peeking out between the feeder bands. I glanced at my phone, it was almost ten, and Mom said they would be ready for Lucas and Bethany to see the room then.

I will never forget the joy on their faces when the soon-to-be newlyweds saw the room decorated and the bouquets they had chosen. Then, we took them into the kitchen and the refrigerator holding their wedding cake.

“How did you do this?” Bethany was shocked, but the realization that we had pulled this off showed in Lucas’s eyes.

“Madi, Will…. This is why you went to town yesterday.”

“Will’s idea and the florist and bakery are the real heroes, getting this done early.”

Bethany hugged me tightly, but I pulled away. “Let’s go. We have a wedding to put on.”

~~~

The party lasted into the night. Dad lit the huge fire pit next to the pool, and guests dragged chairs and blankets outside, where we listened to music provided by a couple of guitar-playing guests. The sheriff’s office sent a boat to retrieve the body and transport the officers and EMTs to the mainland. The mayor said a temporary bridge should be in place by tomorrow.

Watching my brother and his bride take their vows was beautiful. We wore our wedding finery among guests who chose to wear shorts in the heat. Everyone had fun at the makeshift reception, especially Cirrus, who photo-bombed the cake-cutting moment begging for a bite. To the delight of all, the bride and groom fed him a sizable chunk.

The weekend didn’t turn out as expected, but it was exciting with a goofy dog, a beautiful bride, and a hurricane—not to mention a murder. Now, that’s quite a party.

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Calliope Njo: A Day in My Life

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A Day in My Life

Calliope Njo 

I unlocked the door and dropped on my chair. My entire body screamed from being in pain, and my feet dragged when I walked. I think the last time I slept was about two days ago. I loved the work because it gave me a chance to help keep things safe. To be sure that the innocent didn’t get hurt. It took a lot out of a person, though.

Oh, no. Somebody knocked at my door. I screamed in my head. No way am I answering—all right. I got up only because the knocking got louder.

“What,” I said as I opened the door.

“I am a messenger sent by a member of the council to give you a message. Are you Shannon? Second Captain of the Proba Office?”

What now? “As soon as I can get my body working again, I will do the paperwork. As for the new recruits, that doesn’t start for another few fortnights. Anything else I might’ve missed?” Like a raise in pay? Maybe a broadsword to do away with somebody’s head?

He held out a message scroll. His hand trembled. “Uh. Here.”

“It’s OK. I don’t bite. Hard.” I smiled. I grabbed the scroll. “You can go now. Bye. Oh, and would you tell Councilmember Stella good night for me also.”

“How did you know? I’m supposed to wait for a response.”

“I know because she is the only one out of an entire body of six people who use a messenger. She told you to wait here in case I forget what my responsibilities are or that I forget that my orders come directly from the council. Right?” Pinheaded nincompoop that she is.

He nodded.

I should’ve known. I opened it up, and it seems that I’m supposed to go into a unit as a support staff and locate any infiltrators that would kill the good people. Can we be any more paranoid?

“Go back and tell her I received her message. I will leave in the morning.” He didn’t move. “Go on. Before I find something that’s really hungry.”

He blinked. “Who?”

“The only woman we have been talking about.”

He shrugged. “I just deliver messages.”

“Councilmember Stella.”

He ran away.

May he forever stay innocent. I closed the door and groaned. Who does she think I am anyway? Her personal slave at her disposal? I’ve had three missions. One after another. This would make number four. Regulations state that any member of the investigative squad can work no more than three cases in any given quarter or season. Any more would have to be approved by the entire council and provide a signed document stating as such.

Of course, she didn’t do that, and I assumed she didn’t feel like doing that for a reason that existed only in her head.

I spent the rest of the day filling out reports and cleaning up while I tried to think of the best way to hide her body. I had no idea I had so many bruises. I guess that’s what happens when one decides to start the training process for the new animals.

After all of that, I expected the information package to come. What I got instead was a map with a go here written on top of big red X. Not a whole lot of information. I’ve worked with less, and when it happens, I’ll be sure to record it.

When the sun went down for the night, I turned off my lamp and left my office. All of my paperwork done, I left in the bin. Nobody knew where it went from there, only that they somehow found their way to the shelves.

“Investigator Shannon,” a woman said. That voice did sound familiar. My mind was too tired to put a voice to a person. I turned around. “Oh. Councilmember Daciana. I thought everybody left.”

“Almost everyone, it seems. Aren’t you supposed to be recovering or something from the last mission?”

Have I mentioned how much I loved this woman? “I would like that very much.”

She raised an eyebrow. “However, a council member assigned you to another task. Although, it had already been three. Those rules were put into place for a reason. Who was it?”

Everybody knew her relationship with Councilmember Stella. They had a relationship that could be described as sister-like.

“Who was it?”

I couldn’t think of a way out of answering, so I held out the message scroll. “Mine is not to question.”

She took it and rolled it up with a growl. She turned around and left. I wondered about two things at that moment. Did I need to worry and if there was an even bigger mutton head waiting?

I left the building and made my way back home. My clothes littered the floor as I walked down the hallway to be taken care of later. I dropped onto my bed and relished the feeling of the soft and warm bed.

No, Alarm Clock. I had another hour. That stupid rooster was going to end up on my plate if it didn’t keep its beak shut. All right. I’m up. I’m up.

I got ready and packed what I needed. I made sure it would fit into one bag. It made things easier that way.

I took out the map, and it didn’t look like I couldn’t hike my way there. I knew the path, and the location was in the same East side, so I didn’t see any difficulties.

At least, I didn’t see any other difficulties besides climbing over downed trees, climbing out of holes that I had no idea how I fell into, to begin with, and those jumping slimy things. No, not frogs or toads. Those I knew. These moved along and demolished anything in their path. They didn’t travel all by themselves. They moved in a great horde. Nobody figured out how to eradicate them yet.

OK, according to the map I was given, I reached my destination. If I remember right, this was where the normals held up to recover from battle. A sort of resting spot. Rumor said it was demolished because it didn’t have a use. Uh huh. Yeah. OK. Whatever. Stella needed to investigate things before she opened her food trap. Of course, that took intelligence.

The boat out in the water was often used as a fishing vessel. It used to be used for recreation as a sort of resting spot. The only way I’ll know what’s going on is if I get there.

If I remembered my building codes, it had been a while, the buildings’ stilts were not of the correct height as determined by the area. The roofs needed to be—wait, those were thatched roofs. OK, they still needed to be redone. Oh, boy. This was going to be a long report.

I stood back and chose the biggest one. I went into the building, and a woman sat behind the desk. My guess would be she was a werewolf in charge of this camp. They tended to have markings on their foreheads. Most hid it with long bangs, but all it took was a good breeze to see it, and I saw hers.

It was daylight with people walking around and I did see animals being carried into the cooking area. The others I saw must have failed at some point. As punishment for something, she was put in charge of them.

She looked at me and held out her hand. “You are supposed to give me a note or a message.”

“I am Support Staff Shannon, ma’am. I am here for one day.” Gee, and I’m supposed to like it here too.

“Under whose authority were you ordered?”

Please don’t make me say her name. I’ve gone a whole day without even thinking about her. OK, that was only once.

“You were asked a question, and I assumed you understood it. What is your answer?”

Oh. All right. Fine. “Councilmember Stella ordered me to observe before returning the following day. At which time, I would leave here to report back to the council.” I hoped without throwing up.

She sat back in her chair and laughed. “I see. Did she draw a good picture for you too?”

Funny, you should ask that. I handed her the map I was given.

She took it and opened it up. She scrunched her eyes and turned it every way around and then some. “You could understand this? I have soldiers that can draw a better map.”

“I can only say that this wouldn’t be the first time I have been in this area.” Was that vague enough?

“Why was it I wasn’t notified of this change?” She handed me back the map.

I looked at it and wished it would burn. It was still there. So much for wishing. “The answer to that question would be Councilmember Stella, and not myself. I can only tell you that while I am in your camp and do take orders from you, you cannot order me to fight. I am support staff only and not a soldier.”

“Yes. Yes. You mentioned that already. Being the commanding officer of this camp, your use is at my discretion.”

I sighed and looked at her. This wasn’t supposed to take this long. “You command your soldiers. You tell me what you need done that does not involve fighting. I will always be walking around and talking to people to find out information. I may leave camp out of necessity to find any neighboring villages that I could work out a trade with. Those are my duties.”

“Are they?” She put her hands on her hip, and her eyes glinted.

I was in trouble. “I suggest reading over The Members and Duties of Each Individual In An Army. Every camp commander gets one when they reach that distinction.” I saw the book behind her on a shelf. I retrieved it and found the page, and gave it to her.

She laughed, turned around, and went to her desk. She mumbled as she read it. I stepped back in front of the desk and waited for her to say something. The eyebrows scrunched to their full extent.

“So, it seems,” she said as she put down the book. It took her a little bit before she looked at me. “It would be easier if you told me why you are here. After all this time, they sent me a support staff that can’t do anything beyond mopping the floors. You have me believe that a councilmember of high status sent you here on top of that. How about if you tell me a story I can believe?”

I should’ve seen this coming. Thank you so very much, you empty-headed… whatever. “I’m telling you everything I know.” It’s not much, but that’s my life. “You do have a right to question the council, given your position.” Let me know before you do that so I can run.

She put her hands on the desk and leaned over. “I might do that. If I smell, hear, or see anything that I can call into question, you will be used as bait. Understood?”

I nodded. “Yes, ma’am. Understood. If you excuse me, I would like to start my observations so that I have time to record them.” That and make an initial assessment.

“Go on.” She sat behind her desk.

Oh boy. That didn’t go as planned. What was I expecting after all? We are complete strangers and she had no reason to trust me. I better check everything before I send a message.

The cooking area seemed all right. The knives looked sharp and the chopping board didn’t look like it needed to be replaced yet. To be on the safe side, I talked to them before I moved on. That didn’t note any strange goings on or any visitors for that matter.

Armament detail held the weapons, what there was of them, and any armour they might have. In battle, werewolves were known to transform and use their body as a weapon. Claws and teeth of such were known to slice through flesh. It never hurts to have a weapon though. They needed a whetstone as the old one started to crumble. Other than that, nothing of note.

I was beginning to catch a hint of animals in the breeze. Sure enough, at the far end of camp, a stable with normal horses and dragorses stood with their heads hung. Neither looked very well with prominent bones and a few nibbled areas around the pen.

Before my present post, I worked at a stable where I learned about the care and life of these beasts. From the looks of it, the dragorses were underfed. I could tell that because their scales didn’t shine and they didn’t stand tall. A well dragorse would have shiny scales, eyes on the lookout, ears that turned with the breeze, and an energy that couldn’t be beaten. Not so much as they were always jumping, but in the sense that it was in their eyes. A sort of glint would be present. These didn’t have any of that.

I entered the stable, and three people lay on the hay. Two of them going at it in the corner.

I waited until they calmed down or until they stared at me.

“I don’t know who you are,” one of the men said, “but I don’t give a dragon’s dung if you’re a woman.”

I laughed. “Is there anybody else?” Nobody else said anything. “In that case, I want to clarify something. I am assuming that the three of you were put in charge of taking care of the animals. So I ask you this, when was the last time they were taken care of?”

I got a group shrug.

The girl put her finger in her mouth. “I just came here because I thought they were going to be pretty.”

One of the men pulled up his pants. “I don’t know. Nobody told us. I was just put here.”

Great. These people were put here, I assumed to take care of the animals, and nobody here to supervise them. In the meanwhile, the steeds will starve to death.

As much as I would like for them to learn how, that wasn’t my call to make. Mine was to be sure whatever needed to be recorded was recorded. That didn’t involve me instructing whoever would be responsible.

I sent a silent message to the horses that when I got a little bit of time, I would come back to take care of them. I wasn’t done investigating yet.

The soldiers were separated into eight groups of two and fought against each other. I didn’t see anything out of line. A lot of grunting, heaving, and cheering, but nothing abnormal.

On my way back to write Councilwoman Stella what I saw, it made me wonder why I was sent here. Anybody could have come here to look around and make a report. It didn’t have to be me.

The sun was about to go down, and the dinner chime rang. A mass horde dashed to the nearest water source and scrubbed before returning. Two groups of eight sat in a circle around a fire. That left the commander to sit by herself. I didn’t see anyone looking at me or even asking the getting to know someone questions. So, I sat on a tree stump between the camp and the stables.

I had a plateful of food. The meat I didn’t recognize, but it was good. I didn’t want to ask for fear of the answer, so I kept eating. The leafy greens were fresh, and the rooted vegetables were well-cooked. I had to give credit to the cooking staff.

Then came the red wine. I should’ve known. I sipped my way down the mug before I brought it to the kitchen. I had to finish that report before I left in the morning.

“I am assuming you finished the meal and your investigation,” Sassaba asked.

I turned around and looked at her. The flashing eyes told me she was ready to change so I had to be careful. “The meal was very nice. Thank you. How did you know I was here for an investigation?” I bet Councilmember Stella had something to do with that.

“I wish I could tell you, but I cannot. For it would reveal my status, which could be dangerous.”

Uh huh. Right. “I have to start with my notes before I leave in the morning. It was nice meeting you.” I bowed to her out of respect before I left.

I found a spot in the stable to settle down on. I had no idea where the others were or where they went and I didn’t care. I promised the steeds I would take care of them, so I did that. It took a good long time, a lantern, a shovel, a few bags of feed, a good bale of hay, and… that was about it. I could say I took care of them before I left.

I filled out an entire logbook and a half with all the notes I made. Was it possible for roosters to sound the same? Either that or he followed me. I doubted it, but it was possible. Anyway, he woke me up, and I gathered all of my belongings before heading off. Well, I would’ve if I could’ve but I didn’t because there was the little matter of feeding the animals. It was easier this time since the important stuff was easier to get to. Then I left.

I went home, dropped my bag in my room, and took a good long shower that was about four buckets worth when it would take me about two. I didn’t think it was going to take me that long to observe so it never came to mind until now.

After that, I went to the head office and filed for an appointment request to discuss my findings. I estimated it would take me a short bit to tell them everything. Since Councilmember Stella ordered me to do this, it had the possibility of taking an entire day. May the Spiritual Forces help me.

I went into my office to drop off my bag, and get my logbooks. I found the file room worker who pointed me in the direction of the one in charge of appointments. I found her and she handed me back my request with a note in big red letters that read as soon as upon entry. I laughed. How did she ever become a member?

I knew the way to the council chambers. The guards by the door blocked my entry. “This is the place where the meeting is held?”

No response. They didn’t move either.

I stood there and waited and hoped that someone could get these people to tell me something. All I needed was a turn around and go that way sort of direction. I didn’t think this observation report warranted this.

“Shannon, what are you doing?” Councilmember Daciana stood in front of me.

“The last I heard this was the place where the meetings are held. I have to report back to Councilmember Stella.”

“Take it easy. All right.” She turned around and moved the guards out of the way. Of course, they kicked and screamed, but that’s what happens when you defy a member of high-up status. She opened the door. “After you.”

I wished Councilmember Stella could’ve seen that. I tried so hard not to laugh. I failed.

Councilmember Daciana sat down at the table and waved me over. I sat down across from her and handed her my notes.

“Why were you sent here?”

I smiled. “To be sure that none of the innocents would be killed.”

“To be sure none of the innocents would be killed. And… did you see anything that would lead to that?”

“No.”

“All right. What did you see?”

“The buildings needed to be fixed from bottom to top. The animals needed to be taken care of by people who have better knowledge than the ones put in that place. Those are the two biggest issues.”

“So, nothing to lead anyone to the conclusion that anyone would be harmed.”

“I did not witness anything that led me to that conclusion.”

“I ask because the councilmember that sent you denies sending you there as she was well aware of the limit.”

Funny how things seemed to work out. I hadn’t thrown away the map yet, so I gave it to Councilmember Daciana.

She unrolled it, looked at it, and left the table. Not wanting to confront the guards, I stayed put. I wished there was a window in that room. That way, at least, I could watch the birds.

It did take quite a while before she returned. “It seems the entire incident had slipped her mind. She had no idea she ever did such a thing and would never think of defying the rules set forth a long time ago.”

Hmm. It seems my iceberg went up for sale again.

“That means that everything you told me is irrelevant. Which also means you will not be reimbursed for any trouble this trip might have caused. If there was anything that needed to be done by you and was not completed there will be consequences.”

Why? Why do I even bother? I banged my head on the table.

“However, since the map was in her handwriting, and I am a witness, those charges would never see light.”

I picked my head up. “Say what?”

“The map you gave me is Stella’s style. I dropped it off in my office so it cannot get lost by any means. So should she try something, all I would have to do is show them the map.”

“And if someone kills you?”

“They would have to get by me.”

Holy Sycamore. I turned around. “Sassaba.” For some reason, the room deepened her voice. I couldn’t explain it. Her voice sounded so different in here than it did out there.

“Mother contacted me because she was confused and wanted to understand. Problem was, I didn’t understand either. So, we let things play out and find out if there was more to this story.”

“I just came back from the northern region when I got something from a messenger. You know the rest.”

Councilmember Daciana laughed. “Go ahead and go on home. Take a seven day. If another messenger should visit, send them to me. I’ll deal with it. Go on now.”

I stood up and walked toward the door. I opened it enough to stick my head through, and no more guard. They left somewhere.

She put her head on top of mine. “What are we looking at?”

“I was wondering if the guards were still there.”

“They’re doing three laps around the compound. We’re OK.”

I walked out the door before I turned around and saw Sassaba laughing. I turned around and did what I was told. I went home.

Not the most difficult mission I’ve ever been on and not the most boring. It was the most confusing, however, only because nobody knew what anybody was doing.

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Anita Wu: Glimpse of hope

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Glimpse of hope

Anita Wu 

“Do you think we would last long here?”

I recognized the voice as I squeezed my eyes and slowly cracked one open. Sky blue, littered with clouds, met my line of sight. I turned my head towards the source of the sound but couldn’t identify her.

She sat a few feet away, her knees to her chest and her arms desperately pulling them close as though she were trying to protect herself from something. Yet, she sat so close to the water that the waves came up and washed past her, tugging her white dress with it as it fled into the sea again. She looked towards the waters, leaving me with only the sight of her black hair flowing down her back.

Her voice sounded like a safety that I had not felt in a long time. She was warmth and comfort and familiarity, yet I did not know her. The scene before me also felt surreal – pristine blue waters against a light blue sky, white clouds drifting in peace, and clean sandy beaches against a lush green forest.

I knew: this was a dream.

“Depends on where is here,” I heard my own voice as a stark contrast: cracked, dry, and tired.

She did not respond – did not even look at me. She simply stayed silent, maybe contemplating what the word “here” meant, for she lived in the dream, and I lived in reality.

My “here” belonged under the cracked, grey bridge where rainwater would splatter my face while I slept. It lived beside the two boys I struggled with my entire life, laboring for pennies and stealing pieces of bread when no one was looking.

Her “here” was an oasis, a freedom from harm, a place where she did not need to struggle to see the next day.

Nonetheless, we would not last long in either place. In mine, the lack of food would end us – if the people did not first. In hers, the dream would end eventually.

“I live in your here,” she told me, as though listening and responding to my thoughts, “I live where you are going.”

I chuckled. Even I didn’t know where I was going. All I knew was that a ship was docking tonight, and the boys and I needed to get on. Its destination is unknown. All we knew was that this was our opportunity to leave.

“You’ll be okay.” Her confidence amused me.

“How do you know that?”

She looked at me then and simply smiled. There were no words, but there were a comfort in her eyes and a reassurance in her smile. There was hope in the space between us – hope which I had long since lost, hope which had vanished when my mother died on the streets many years ago, sick and abandoned. No one had even batted her an eye, dared to looked her way; they had continued passing her limp body as she coughed out blood, as I kneeled next to her, crying and screaming, as it was all a little boy could do. That had been the day I grew up.

She moved towards me then and reached out her arms to give me a hug. I felt her warmth and gentleness as she held me.

“You’ll be okay,” she repeated.

I returned her smile.

I closed my eyes, allowing myself to remember how it felt to be embraced.

To feel safe.

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“Hey,” a familiar voice called out to me again. “Get up, we have to go.”

I was shaken awake, pulled from the comfort in my dreams. My friend had hard eyes and a tight lip. A hushed, urgent voice.

I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the dark. I immediately saw the ship we had been waiting for, the reason we had been camping behind the boxes of trash in an alley near the docks.

Our way out.

I pushed myself up and followed my friends’ shadows. We had nothing but the tattered clothes on our backs and a hope for the future. Behind us was a city humming with sleep, main streets lit with lamps, alleyways filled with men huddled in on themselves to keep their body’s warmth, and rats running everywhere that was free.

There was nothing here for us. We would sneak on the ship and never return.

As I climbed onto the ship, as silent as its movements allowed me, I wondered if I would find the girl that visited me this night. I wondered if there were dreams waiting for me on the other side of the sea.

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Welcome to Write the Story! June 2023 Prompt

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