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| Tweet Topic Started: Aug 1 2016, 08:05 PM (74 Views) | |
| Hutch Lanahan | Aug 1 2016, 08:05 PM Post #1 |
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My Dearest Penny, While my body was bound to ramble on eventually, my soul had ached for something other than the sea for quite some time. I cannot give you the wedding you desire by merely pulling in the fish week in and week out. The fishing is slow, and the time passes slower here. I want to watch our young daughter grow with everything I had growing up. I cannot provide for you and Spence like my father did for me, with his rod and reel in hand. It is a great period of change in Great Britain, the future is uncertain. I must take what you call a hobby, and turn it into a living. My little brother will be taking my spot on the crew of the Anabelle, you’ll be receiving a portion of what he makes with his catches on top of what I’ll be able to send you. Before long, I can hang up these old boots that I’ve played in for so long, and we can enjoy an early retired life on the bay in that little cottage by the sea. I’ve often dreamed of it. It’s those dreams that bring me to write this letter tonight, by candlelight as to not wake Spence. However furious you are with me as you read this, I’ll anxiously await your phone call. I can explain myself a million times, but I hope you eventually find it in your heart to forgive me. On the table I have left you what is left from my earnings, all I need is enough to get to states, which is where I will make my debut for F Society Wrestling. They pay handsomely for the ability that I have, and while you look at it as a game, as a way to pass the time while on the ocean. They look at it as I do. A way of life. While I have never been tested on a level such as this, I know that I can be at the top. I know that I can be a champion, and one day I can tell our daughter that her father is a championship fighter, that everything around her was earned, not by pulling up netting, but by sweat and determination. I know you do not approve, I know you think it’s some early mid-life crisis, but I will make our family proud, and everyone in Mevagissey will have a hero to cheer for. A wrestler to call their own. If this is the last contact I ever have with you, I will understand. Just like the sea called my father’s name and still yet calls for him. The wrestling ring calls mine. One day, Penny. We will live like we have always talked about, but that day isn’t today. I know it’s difficult, and I know that Spence is getting to the age where she will begin to ask questions, but just tell her daddy will be home soon. Right now, he’s just simply out to sea. I love you, H As the pen dropped from the table, the house was silent except for the pitter-patter of paws across the linoleum kitchen floor. The shaggy sheepdog was ready for his walk, but Hutch would be taking his own walk, and the dog wouldn’t be coming with him. Hutch’s grey eyes skimmed over the letter written in his chicken scratch before he was finally satisfied with it, one hand idly brushed over the head of the loyal creature who lapped at his fingers. “If only I were as loyal as you,” Hutch called down to his companion, the dog whined in the darkness of the kitchenette. Just through the threshold was a small bed where a brown headed child lay in a pink nightgown. She was sprawled out with the covers nearly in the floor as Hutch walked up, he bent down and covered her back up. Softly he scooped a hand underneath her head and kissed her gently before he laid her back upon the pillow. Silently, the slender frame of the man moved through the small house and into the third room, which was a bedroom as well. One side looked like it hadn’t been touched, while the other belonged to a slender finger with covers pulled all the way up to her red head. For a long time, he stood glued to the spot, until finally he pulled the tan satchel from the ground beside the threshold and tossed it over one broad shoulder, brushing a long lock of hair from his face as he turned his back. “Take care of them.” He whispered to the dog who wagged its tail importantly as Hutch eased out of the door and began a small jaunt down the cobblestone, and finally onto the road where a brisk walk would take him down to the harbor. The first ferry over to the nearby port of Fowey was awaiting him. Only the sound of his footsteps and the gentle purr of the boats motor could be heard at these wee hours of the morning. With a nod to the captain, Hutch quietly got on board. Soon the boat began to gently pull away from the dock. With his eyes locked on the small house just up the hill from the harbor, soon it turned and began heading toward the horizon. New adventures awaited there, new fish to catch. The morning was glorious before the sun was up, he would probably be on a plane on his way to Scotland. Penny would wake up and have her coffee alone, but it wouldn’t be the only time she had done so. Blinking back the stinging from the cool morning air, Hutch glanced over one last time to the disappearing dock. Hutch had never been to the states. Sure, you saw what it was all about on the television, but he knew that Las Vegas was a different monster. The city never slept for one second. It merely continued on forever. Each time he had left to take the boat out to fish, he knew he would be anxious to see the dock upon his return. Hutch tried to push back the thoughts that he may never see that dock again. Tearing his eyes back to the horizon, the red sky illuminated his face. It reminded him of the old saying. Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors take warning. “FSociety, take warning.” Edited by Hutch Lanahan, Aug 1 2016, 08:07 PM.
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