Post by Dora Lynch on Apr 25, 2010 15:36:45 GMT -6
Little Sir Runaway (open)
Liam wandered along the docks, lonely for the boys he ran around with during the winter months. Either they were back at the family farms at work or apprenticed by now. He himself was supposed to be in school, boarding in town with Dora’s friend Emma Cling. Emma thought Liam was out at the farm, an ideal situation for the lad’s ambition. He watched for his opportunity.
Young Lynch had some coins, enough for passage if they caught him and best kept for when he landed in Ulster, if he got away with it. Surely they would not throw him overboard if he paid up.
“Do not tell Ma where I am until tomorrow and only if she asks, ya hear me Loomis?” Liam had shoved bread and a slab of cheese as provisions on the journey. “It ain’t like I am not a comin’ back. I am just gonna go to my birth land like Da done. To soldier if they need me. “ He took his sling and a knife, hiding it in his boot.
“That is the knife you stealed!” Loomis was looking for any excuse to stop his brother, he would miss Liam too much. “Oh. I remember. The pirate man give you work to earn it.” His sad puppy face did nothing to stay Liam’s urge to wander back to Ulster.
“Two, three hours. Not so far, by sea. I will bring you back a present.” Liam had to talk fast and move even faster, for he was starting to lose his resolve.
He had left Clovis’ estate and raced along the dirt roadway to town, imagining he was a young knight going to make his way in the world. Images of tall dapple gray horses and bright green horse barding, complete with golden tassels masked his good sense. Soon young Liam found himself on the docks of Turas Lan, watching the cargo shuttle make ready to dock, soon to leave on its return. He’s have to wait for ship direct to Ulster. One cannot go to sea for more than the three days the cargo ship might take with only a crust of bread and a slab of cheese.
He was dressed for the voyage. Boots, dark trousers under a long homespun brown wool jacket, tied at the waist with a cord. His red curly hair was hidden under a black knit in the grease hat, waterproof Dora told him. The sea would be the judge of that.
Then he saw it! Docked at the far end, and they were loading boxes and bales for Ulster. He was finally glad his brogue had not faded over the years. Liam Lynch loved his homeland, his Ulster. War had shifted him away as a refugee and now he was going to correct that error. While the porters went to dine and have a pint before heading back to Ulster, a short dark dressed shadow of a lad slipped aboard and hid himself for the duration.
We Irish are like homing pigeons. We feel the pull to come back home. Some cannot wait to save up for the ticket. So it was with Liam. Little Sir Runaway was on his way.
Next - The Seasick Wharf Rat
Liam wandered along the docks, lonely for the boys he ran around with during the winter months. Either they were back at the family farms at work or apprenticed by now. He himself was supposed to be in school, boarding in town with Dora’s friend Emma Cling. Emma thought Liam was out at the farm, an ideal situation for the lad’s ambition. He watched for his opportunity.
Young Lynch had some coins, enough for passage if they caught him and best kept for when he landed in Ulster, if he got away with it. Surely they would not throw him overboard if he paid up.
“Do not tell Ma where I am until tomorrow and only if she asks, ya hear me Loomis?” Liam had shoved bread and a slab of cheese as provisions on the journey. “It ain’t like I am not a comin’ back. I am just gonna go to my birth land like Da done. To soldier if they need me. “ He took his sling and a knife, hiding it in his boot.
“That is the knife you stealed!” Loomis was looking for any excuse to stop his brother, he would miss Liam too much. “Oh. I remember. The pirate man give you work to earn it.” His sad puppy face did nothing to stay Liam’s urge to wander back to Ulster.
“Two, three hours. Not so far, by sea. I will bring you back a present.” Liam had to talk fast and move even faster, for he was starting to lose his resolve.
He had left Clovis’ estate and raced along the dirt roadway to town, imagining he was a young knight going to make his way in the world. Images of tall dapple gray horses and bright green horse barding, complete with golden tassels masked his good sense. Soon young Liam found himself on the docks of Turas Lan, watching the cargo shuttle make ready to dock, soon to leave on its return. He’s have to wait for ship direct to Ulster. One cannot go to sea for more than the three days the cargo ship might take with only a crust of bread and a slab of cheese.
He was dressed for the voyage. Boots, dark trousers under a long homespun brown wool jacket, tied at the waist with a cord. His red curly hair was hidden under a black knit in the grease hat, waterproof Dora told him. The sea would be the judge of that.
Then he saw it! Docked at the far end, and they were loading boxes and bales for Ulster. He was finally glad his brogue had not faded over the years. Liam Lynch loved his homeland, his Ulster. War had shifted him away as a refugee and now he was going to correct that error. While the porters went to dine and have a pint before heading back to Ulster, a short dark dressed shadow of a lad slipped aboard and hid himself for the duration.
We Irish are like homing pigeons. We feel the pull to come back home. Some cannot wait to save up for the ticket. So it was with Liam. Little Sir Runaway was on his way.
Next - The Seasick Wharf Rat