Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 19, 2018 12:16:53 GMT
Chapter 6
The assembled crowd broke into a hubbub of anger and havoc. "Arrest him!" Some screeched. "Put him behind bars!" Another one piped in. "ARRR make 'em walk the plank!"
Steve stood in the midst of their harsh discordant voices, a confused expression on his face. Walk the plank? He looked around him in bewilderment. There were no boats here. The stand keeper watched from behind, wearing a sour frown. An idea was forming in the back of his head.
Steve whirled around to face the stand keeper in desperation, clearly surprised by the local's immediate barrage of hate. "Wa-wait a second! There's gotta be some way I can repay you! I'd rather not spend the rest of the night looking for a boat!" He stammered above the din. The stand keeper held out his hands for silence, opened his mouth to respond then paused. "What? A boat? Who said anything about a boat?" Steve merely stared at him awkwardly. The stand keeper brushed the ridiculous remark aside angrily. "You know what, forget it. WHATEVER. Look, you broke my stuff, there's only one way you can repay me-"
"The authorities have arrived! Hands behind your backs EVERYONE!" A voice boomed, interrupting the stand keeper mid-sentence. The locals, compiled, holding their hands above their heads as they made way for the tall police officer moving through them, atop a skinny ridiculous looking scooter. He waved his megaphone threateningly. "Someone better tell me wot's going on here!" He said, dismounting the tiny bike, mustache bristling. The stand keeper chose to ignore him, staring Steve directly in the face. "If you can catch me one fish. I'll let this whole thing blow over." He said. Steve lit up. "One fish? Haha! I can do that." "How dare you ignore an officah, you impudent scoundrel!" The policeman gasped. The stand keeper continued to ignore him, a devious grin on his face. "But, if you fail to get me that fish by tomorrow afternoon, you're officially banned from the marketplace." The crowd gasped. Stand keeper held out his hand. "Deal?" Steve didn't waste a second and much to the crowd's surprise, shook the man's hand violently. "My friend," "I'm not your friend." "We have a deal."
The assembled crowd broke into a hubbub of anger and havoc. "Arrest him!" Some screeched. "Put him behind bars!" Another one piped in. "ARRR make 'em walk the plank!"
Steve stood in the midst of their harsh discordant voices, a confused expression on his face. Walk the plank? He looked around him in bewilderment. There were no boats here. The stand keeper watched from behind, wearing a sour frown. An idea was forming in the back of his head.
Steve whirled around to face the stand keeper in desperation, clearly surprised by the local's immediate barrage of hate. "Wa-wait a second! There's gotta be some way I can repay you! I'd rather not spend the rest of the night looking for a boat!" He stammered above the din. The stand keeper held out his hands for silence, opened his mouth to respond then paused. "What? A boat? Who said anything about a boat?" Steve merely stared at him awkwardly. The stand keeper brushed the ridiculous remark aside angrily. "You know what, forget it. WHATEVER. Look, you broke my stuff, there's only one way you can repay me-"
"The authorities have arrived! Hands behind your backs EVERYONE!" A voice boomed, interrupting the stand keeper mid-sentence. The locals, compiled, holding their hands above their heads as they made way for the tall police officer moving through them, atop a skinny ridiculous looking scooter. He waved his megaphone threateningly. "Someone better tell me wot's going on here!" He said, dismounting the tiny bike, mustache bristling. The stand keeper chose to ignore him, staring Steve directly in the face. "If you can catch me one fish. I'll let this whole thing blow over." He said. Steve lit up. "One fish? Haha! I can do that." "How dare you ignore an officah, you impudent scoundrel!" The policeman gasped. The stand keeper continued to ignore him, a devious grin on his face. "But, if you fail to get me that fish by tomorrow afternoon, you're officially banned from the marketplace." The crowd gasped. Stand keeper held out his hand. "Deal?" Steve didn't waste a second and much to the crowd's surprise, shook the man's hand violently. "My friend," "I'm not your friend." "We have a deal."
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 23, 2018 16:50:02 GMT
Chapter 7
It had been 6 hours. Six miserable hours of sitting on the rough-hewn boards of the fishing docks near the marketplace, waiting for a stupid fish to bite and chasing flies away. Steve tied yet another worm onto his rusty hook and grinned reassuringly at George who was plopped on an overturned metal bucket. "Not to worry old fellow, this one's sure to get a bite!" He said. "Chin up 'an all that, er haha." He stared blankly into the sea. If George believed that, Steve definitely did not. He somberly cast the hook into the water and rested his chin on his hand, heaving a sigh. "Patience is the key 'ole bean." He said mostly to himself. "Patience is the key."
Patience may have been the key, but Steve had lost it. More like thrown it into the deepest darkest pit he could find, because if there was one thing that he was lacking, it was definitely patience. Another hour had passed. Steve was lying facedown on the docks, limp in defeat. He let out a muffled groan. "George," George didn't respond. "This is a most inopportune time." Steve's lamentation was met with silence.
It had been 6 hours. Six miserable hours of sitting on the rough-hewn boards of the fishing docks near the marketplace, waiting for a stupid fish to bite and chasing flies away. Steve tied yet another worm onto his rusty hook and grinned reassuringly at George who was plopped on an overturned metal bucket. "Not to worry old fellow, this one's sure to get a bite!" He said. "Chin up 'an all that, er haha." He stared blankly into the sea. If George believed that, Steve definitely did not. He somberly cast the hook into the water and rested his chin on his hand, heaving a sigh. "Patience is the key 'ole bean." He said mostly to himself. "Patience is the key."
Patience may have been the key, but Steve had lost it. More like thrown it into the deepest darkest pit he could find, because if there was one thing that he was lacking, it was definitely patience. Another hour had passed. Steve was lying facedown on the docks, limp in defeat. He let out a muffled groan. "George," George didn't respond. "This is a most inopportune time." Steve's lamentation was met with silence.
"You're not helping."
George, the world's most faithful friend. Even if not the most helpful.
Post by BlueberryJayPie on Apr 24, 2018 14:49:41 GMT
Chapter 8
Steve was sad. Steve did not want to get up. All Steve wanted to do was lie on his face and be sad, like a depressed deflated balloon at a three-year-old's birthday party. He mumbled incoherently to himself, his muffled complaints a constant stream of noise.
"Geeeoorge." He grumbled. George did not respond. "This isn't working." George remained silent, obviously. Steve glared at his mute companion in disgust, slamming his fists onto the wooden dock repeatedly in frustration. His display of anger an exact imitation of an enraged child trying to destroy a cardboard box.
"Why is this so hard? WHY DOES HARDNESS NEED TO EXIST?" He yelled dramatically at the grey sky, arms outstretched widely, wishing that the clouds could answer his loud exclamation of despair. A pair of footsteps snapped him back to reality, he turned to face the newcomer, arms still held high, a ridiculous expression of surprise on his face. The stand keeper studied him in disapproval.
"What are you doing." Steve's arms fell back to his sides, he rubbed the back of his head in slight embarrassment.
"Oh, you know... Fishing, er haha." He mumbled. The stand keeper merely stared at him, judging him in silence. Steve twiddled his fingers awkwardly.
"Soooo... What brings you here? Surely it isn't noon yet?" Stand keeper shook his head.
"Not yet. But you have an hour left. That's why I'm here." He said, nonchalantly leaning against the docks wooden railing. Steve's shoulders sagged.
"Ah, well... Ok then." He said quietly, gazing sadly at his shoes in defeat. The stand keeper smirked and sauntered off, content that his plan had been successful thus far. In just one more hour, Steve would disappear from his life. A nuisance to all, forever alone on his secluded beach in the woods.
It had been 6 hours. Six miserable hours of sitting on the rough-hewn boards of the fishing docks near the marketplace, waiting for a stupid fish to bite and chasing flies away. Steve tied yet another worm onto his rusty hook and grinned reassuringly at George who was plopped on an overturned metal bucket. "Not to worry old fellow, this one's sure to get a bite!" He said. "Chin up 'an all that, er haha." He stared blankly into the sea. If George believed that, Steve definitely did not. He somberly cast the hook into the water and rested his chin on his hand, heaving a sigh. "Patience is the key 'ole bean." He said mostly to himself. "Patience is the key."
Patience may have been the key, but Steve had lost it. More like thrown it into the deepest darkest pit he could find, because if there was one thing that he was lacking, it was definitely patience. Another hour had passed. Steve was lying facedown on the docks, limp in defeat. He let out a muffled groan. "George," George didn't respond. "This is a most inopportune time." Steve's lamentation was met with silence.
"You're not helping."
George, the world's most faithful friend. Even if not the most helpful.
Everyone needs a friend like George in their life.
I thought everyone says that. 
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