Riders Of The Storm
Written by Antony Wells
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Chapter 1 - "A Brave New Man"
"Thunder roars Sebastian!" his voice bellowed like a giant bell. Almost inorganic in it's tone.
He walked over to his mogohony desk. Patterns worn by the weathers of age. Down he sat, upon the hard sterile chair his friend had gave him for the journey.
"Still thinking?" asked a voice in the distance.
"Am I not a man of thought, or are you a man of silly questions perhaps?" he chuckled to himself. Then waved his friend in. "Come come."
In walked Sebastian, his first officer.
"The seas are harsh my friend." sebastian offered in hope of steering his commander's attention to him.
"In a minute dear friend, I am perparing the charts. A stormy day ahead."
"Bishop awaits you, he has that usual look in his eye."
"Of course. Tell me Sebastian, why did you join me on this adventure?"
"To find a new world? Who would pass up the chance?"
"Many would and have friend. Regardless, it is good to have you by my side."
"Of course Christopher." he replied immaitely.
Christopher stood up, and put his large arm around Sebastian's shoulter.
"Let's go see Bishop before he has a tantrum again hey?" He chuckled.
They walked out onto deck. Rain stormed down like a warning from the heavens. It was not to deter them. They were pioneers. Riders of the Storm.
"Bishop! Ah there you are. What's news?"
"Everything. And nothing. You see...there is a hole in the hull."
"A hole in the hull. Best place for it I suppose." Again he chuckled. "A big one?" he asked.
Bishop hesitated then replied "It's not such the size, more the location. It's beneath the hull."
"The sea?"
"Har har Christopher. Please take this seriously!" his temper flared.
"OK OK! Look, send down the porters and have them mend it. What is the problem?"
"It's not reachable you see. We must find land."
Christopher paused and wondered what his response might be. "Then land we sail."
"Thank you Christopher, I am relieved by your sense." "A thinking man is full of sense, havn't I taught you that?"
"You've taught me many things Christopher. Many many things" They laugh and Christopher pats him on the shoulder. "I am the commander you know." he smiled cheekily.
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More to come, i am enjoying this sort of writing more than script writing, it's a bit more organic and less..structured.
