Wed Jan 05, 2011 10:39 pm
Haypi Prologue #1A
The smell of sizzling bacon wakes your slumbering form. Sleepily, you trudge down the creaky wooden stairs and devour a homemade breakfast, something you haven't tasted in a while. You wait for your aunt to yell at you to get to work at your father's bustling shipyard, but you hear nothing. Instead, you see a beaming smile on her face as she tells you gently, "Your father wants to see you in his study."
You push open the heavy wooden door to your father's study and slip in, observing the rusty brass necklace on his deck. On the wall, you gaze upon portraits of your father's ship and her weathered captain staring sternly at you. Your father gives you a long, serious lecture about responsibility while you stare into the watery oblivion of the sea. Bored, you start thinking of an escape plan. Then, removing his spectacles, he finally says, "Son, you might have heard: I'm retiring. That means I want you to have my business. Remember what you've learned. Recently, we have been trying out a new technology -- the submarine -- to scour the ocean floors." Holding up the necklace on his desk, he continued, "This is our only find, but I'm sure you've heard about the legend of the relics. They're close to being in our family's possession. I can feel it. That's why I want you to continue these endeavors with the submarine and take my old ship. You may rename everything if you wish."
He pulls out a stack of documents from his desk and holds them out to me, glancing quickly at a pen. "Here are the papers. Sign them."
Stunned with the suddenness of it all, you take up the fountain pen with shaky hands. You slowly sign your name on the yellowed papers, preparing yourself for what is to come.
You push open the heavy wooden door to your father's study and slip in, observing the rusty brass necklace on his deck. On the wall, you gaze upon portraits of your father's ship and her weathered captain staring sternly at you. Your father gives you a long, serious lecture about responsibility while you stare into the watery oblivion of the sea. Bored, you start thinking of an escape plan. Then, removing his spectacles, he finally says, "Son, you might have heard: I'm retiring. That means I want you to have my business. Remember what you've learned. Recently, we have been trying out a new technology -- the submarine -- to scour the ocean floors." Holding up the necklace on his desk, he continued, "This is our only find, but I'm sure you've heard about the legend of the relics. They're close to being in our family's possession. I can feel it. That's why I want you to continue these endeavors with the submarine and take my old ship. You may rename everything if you wish."
He pulls out a stack of documents from his desk and holds them out to me, glancing quickly at a pen. "Here are the papers. Sign them."
Stunned with the suddenness of it all, you take up the fountain pen with shaky hands. You slowly sign your name on the yellowed papers, preparing yourself for what is to come.