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Year 1632, day 134
“to position men!”
I ran to the stern of the boat and dutifully took my position, bracing myself against the torrential downpour and the rancid taste of sea brine . In the brief moments of reprieve I found I could see that even our most veteran mariners were having trouble keeping their feet against the wraith pouring down from the heavens, still I stayed in position, praying for mercy to a god I stopped believing in years ago. “Isiah!”
Ezekiel's voice snapped me out of my stupor. As the worst of the storm had passed, Ezekiel relieved me of duty and allowed me to go below decks to convalesce. As the newest crew member other than myself, he has only been with the flogging molly for a year or two, but he knows his …show more content…
It felt like everything had changed in the last year even though it appeared the same, maybe I’m the one that's changed. Seeing everyone for the first time in a year made me realize exactly how much I missed them, I nearly teared up from the moment Elizabeth, the youngest, threw herself into my arms. Growing up the middle child in a family of five kids can be hard, being the youngest boy was even harder. Growing up I had the loudest voice, yelling to be heard over the noise that my siblings made. Back when my father was still alive and the patriarch of our house, he taught me that if I was going to talk a lot, I may as well learn to talk well. He believed that the best way to learn to talk eloquently was to read elegant works.Thinking back it was probably that moment that started my lifelong love of reading and speaking. Even to this day, years after he died, I still take every spare opportunity to read; which, luckily for me, the ship provides plenty of downtime when i’m not on watch. Anyways, i digress. My family is difficult to explain, i could continue to write about them for years and still not cover everything. My mother, a stern woman and devout Catholic, she is the matriarch of our household and she rules over it with an iron fist. Just as quick to snub a person as she is to show adulation, my mother is responsible for the Russo’s sharp tongues and lightning wit. There isn’t too much to say over my my …show more content…
While I had wanted to remain sober, throughout the night i became increasingly inebriated. I suppose that at least no one can call me a teetotaler anymore. As the night crept into morning i found myself needing to purge my body of all the alcohol i had consumed so i decided to go home. As i stepped outside into the alley, the noisome air in the squalid caused me to throw up all over a stranger's shoes. One look and I recognized who it was, I had just thrown up all over Mr. Davenport's shoes. Abject dread welled up within me, Mr. Davenport was known to have a bad temper and a lot of money that immunized him from the law, I feared for my life. With an angry shout Mr. Davenport swung at me, I dodged but i knew even though i was burlier than him i was at a disadvantage being completely sot. Before i really even knew it, i was trapped between Davenport and a brick wall, just as I was about to take my best swing at Davenport, someone came up behind him and clobbered him with an empty bottle of rum. He dropped like a rock and to my astonishment a woman with a determined look and a short, svelte build stood before