Once Upon A Misty Sea

 ONCE UPON THE MISTY SEA

  A MICRO NOVEL

  BY

  DONALD HARRY ROBERTS

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  Published By:

  Jack Roberts:Paladin Of Galaeth

  Copyright 2013 by Donald Harry Roberts

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

  LLE MAE’N DECHRAU

  It had been ages…well…years since Eddy Tall had visited his cottage on Lake Of Mists…Too long in fact…Not since Sarah died…oh some six or so years earlier. When Eddy awoke from a night’s sleep that morning he decided the time was perfect to drive up to the cottage once more. Maybe he would get a sense of his beloved wife there because the cottage was where they were the most happy during their 55 years as Mr. and Mrs. Tall. It had been their hide-away from the world of business, family and a crowd of friends that were more interested in…well…That didn’t matter anymore. Eddy had locked all that out when none of those friends took the time to see Sarah off into the nether reaches of the afterlife….where-ever that was.

  Eddy’s life had changed again when at the age of 80 the government decided he was no longer fit to keep a driver’s license. He laughed that morning when he got in the car and drove off into what he was thinking of as oblivion…the cottage…that no one knew about…not even Eddy Jr. their no-count delinquent son who hadn’t even showed up to his mother’s funeral and only visited his father when he needed money. And…there is another part to the story of Eddy Sr’s. Son that will come to light at the end of this tale.

  Eddy discovered he could drive just as well as he ever could and navigated the streets of the city easily remembering every turn on the way until he reached the highway. Once there it was clear sailing all the way to the lake and the cottage, with only one stop for a bite to eat and to buy up some food for the visit to Lake of Mists and the quaint, pioneerish log cottage and of course the boat he and his Mrs. had gone out in to fish up supper. He’d do the catching and scaling and she’d do the cooking. Their life together had always been just that balanced….just that perfect.

  Eddy worried for a minute….well a small minute….probably seconds….that he had forgotten to lock up the house. But then he thought…”What does it matter. I am not going back and eventually someone will figure out I have gone and abandoned the place and…well…None of that matters now…it will all be explained when they find the kid.

  The drive to the cottage…as always took a perfect three hours and Eddy had his usual conversation with Sarah though Sarah was a little quiet…but then…she never had much to say anyway…always happy mostly just to listen. Still Eddy could imagine her responses when she might have put in a word or two and of course one of her sweet endearing smiles. “That’s what I miss most my love. Your smiles. I don’t think I ever saw anyone else who could smile so beautifully and lovingly as you.” He recalled in a whisper as he turned the car into the cottage drive, a little over grown and “In need of a trim. I’ll do that tomorrow…maybe…or not…first a little fishing then well…”

  DAU

  The cottage had a quietude to it that reached into Eddy’s heart with three senses, one of joyful memories, one of loneliness and one of emptiness. Opening it up and letting the sun in helped a little but without Sarah there with her smile a shadow of sadness lingered in the corners, especially in the breakfast nook where she often sat starring out over the water…dreaming…of something she never spoke about…except in her final words on her death bed…words that resounded ever after in Eddy’s memory. “It’s a happy place here in our little hideaway. Sometimes I wish we had someone to share it with.” Had she been lonely all those years?

  Indeed there was a mist upon the lake…a very fine one lingering in the late morning. It would stay on all day like it was…late summer…cool air and a pale sun. Eddy removed the silver urn with Sarah’s ashes from the travel bag…opened it and poured the contents on the table in the breakfast nook. “There my dear.” Eddy whispered lovingly then turned away and shuffled contently to the boat house where the little boat they had cherished waited for just one last row upon the lake. “Well maybe the second or third last.” Eddy said over a chuckle. “Maybe there is time for one last good vacation…or maybe not…who knows.”

  The boat was sound Eddy determined after a thorough inspection which was his custom every year before trusting their lives to its float….and the oars were just as solid as ever and the oar-locks to. He decided against taking the fishing pole and tackle box since Sarah would not be cooking any fish today…or tomorrow or any day after that.

  Eddy climbed into the boat, cast off the line and pushed out onto the still waters of Lake of Mists. A warm…cozy feeling came over him and then appearing in a shimmer of pale golden light came Sarah all dressed up in her boating dress and the kitchen smock she used to wear to cook up the fish. She said not a word but sat there smiling sweetly…as she always did…waiting to cook the lake trout her Eddy would catch. When he did reel one in she always said…in a loving whisper… “My Eddy…You are such a fine fisherman…we would never starve if it ever came to that.”

  Eddy rowed gently, steering the boat toward his favourite fishing spot where it was most likely he would catch a lake trout and as he moved further from the shore and closer to the deepest part of the lake the sun paled to late afternoon and the mist once only on the water’s edge drew toward Eddy…and the air cooled…a fish jumped…a breeze whispered…Sarah slipped away a crow cawed and….

  TRI

  “She’s a fine day with a fair wind Mr. Tall. Keep us steady on our course and we’ll find the Easter’s long before we need them.” Said Captain Leonardo to the steersman.

  Eddy smiled. “The rudder makes no complaint Cap’n and the yards are shoutin for joy. Naught will give us trouble this day and his Lordship will have a fine sail and her Ladyship will have a steady stomach. And look aport sir…I spy a whale….such a creature of beauty…not meant for killin I think.”

  Eddy didn’t flinch at the change. It seemed as right to be at the helm of a tall ship as it seemed right to be rowing out to the middle of the lake and to make the moment even more right he knew that bellow deck his Sarah was busy in the Galley cooking up a feast of fish and fritters. “All’s well and couldn’t be better Cap’n Leonardo. Leave the steerin to me and we’ll be watchin the nauts whisper by with a hearty song.

  In a cheerful whisper Eddy chanted his own version of a shanty.

  Come get your gear in order

    For we'll be a-leavin tomorrow

  Heave away, me jollies, heave away

  Come get your gear in order

    For we'll be goin across the water

  Heave away me jolly mates, we're all bound away.

  “Not quite the way I recall it.” Said the Captain will a chuckle.

  “No sir it Taint but it’s how I remember it and it suits me fine.” Eddy replied.

  “Then chant away Mr. Tall at your loudest voice and we’ll all join in with our best to keep up. Then all at once 29 voices on the deck of the Mist of Dreams resounded…

  Come get your gear in order

    For we'll be a-leavin tomorrow

  Heave away, me jollies, heave away

  Come get your gear in order

    For we'll be goin across the water

  Heave away me jolly mates, we're all bound away.

  And so it all seemed just as it should be. Eddy remembered the row boat on the Lake of Mists as clearly as clear could be and if he closed his eyes he could eve
n see the rustic log cabin hide-away…and…himself sitting quietly in the boat with his beautiful Sarah.

  “All is well.” He thought with a smile then took a better hold on the ships wheel adjusting the course that had wavered just a hint…easily righted.

  And the Mist of Dreams rode the languishing swells of the south Atlantic ever nearing the southern tip of South America and the always challenging waters off the ragged shores of the Falkland Islands. If fact Eddy veered his gaze westward and there etching a thin shadow above the surface of the sea…seeming to rise and fall with the swells was and island and certainly one of the Falklands, “East Falkland I’m sure.” He said aloud. At the same moment as he drew in and excited breath he could feel the cold air that swirled about the tip of South America…Cape Horn even though the wind was hailing from the north