Married by Mistake Chapter 7. The Water Taxi

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Chapter 7. The Water-Taxi

Her first water taxi ride was an adventure.

She spent twenty minutes putting on the dress she had felt pretty in. But now she did not want to look like a party-girl in the views of anyone else.

This entertained Tom a great deal while he watched her put everything together.

Shoes, dress, then she wore a sweatshirt over that, gave herself a critical look, turning this way and that.

Then pulled it all off, put on a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt, then a sweatshirt to finish the look of high heels and sweats.

Tom laughed every couple of minutes while she mumbled to herself, pulling her dark hair into a pony tail, brushing it out, then braiding it.

“You go all out for the walk-of-shame.” He rocked in his chair with laughter until he choked on his own spit.

“Oh hush.” She stuck her tongue out at him.

In the last few days she had not left the Pacific Wizard and had no idea what the whole plane looked like. She had seen it only from the roof of the big plane or inside.

She had spent so much time inside this airplane, with this man she barely knew, but during a drunken party she had somehow married him.

*sigh*

Thoughts pounded Kaylee about the tangled mess of it all. She could not see the end.

She did not know how to accept it, she had thoughts to annul this and be rid of Tom and this accident as soon as possible.

But…

Still, this man who had his name on the marriage license along with hers was special.

And, danged if he didn’t made her soul feel light.

So she felt some fear by telling this caring man that she wanted to leave the plane without him to go home.

Like he would not be there when she came back. If he would just disappear like a dream if she turned her back too long.

That thought bothered her.

A yellow boat with a blue-and-white striped canvas shade pulled up to the door and Tom pulled a lever and pressed a button, the door opened up like a giant bird extending its wing.

Tom leaned out and paid the boat-pilot who thanked him, calling him Mister Harte, but Tom asked to use first names.

“Yes, Sir, Mr. Tom. Morning Ma’am.” The taxi-pilot looked as if it was all he did. “Be careful getting in.”

She kissed Tom at the edge before she stepped into the water-taxi in deep thought. It was a new experience. The taxi swayed and rocked more than the big plane when she settled in.

“Can we go around the plane so I can see it all?” She asked, the flying-boat that had been her home for forty-eight hours non-stop.

“Aye-aye, Ma’am.” It was an affected tone. The pilot of the boat could have just been a student from the University working over the summer.

“Oh ma’am, look at that.”

When the stubby yellow boat pulled away he turned the wheel and showed her the view.

From the outside, the jet was as beautiful as could be, and the plane was massive! At least a hundred feet long and the wings were wider than the length.

Twin jet engines up high with the T-tail she had to looked up at while standing on the roof of the big plane. Now they blocked the sun as the water-taxi’s motor rumbled and slowly moved them under the tail’s shadow.

The jet, painted deep blue from the nose that faded to a forest-green on the rear of the plane with a wizard and a witch riding brooms on the engine nacelles. The wings had boat-shaped pontoons to keep the wingtips out of the water.

The Pacific Wizard was exquisitely beautiful — and her home if she wanted it.

On the tip of the nose of the plane,  painted with the sun, with two killer whales jumping towards each other making a mustache on the sun. Under the mustache of whales, a smile of the ocean, painted on just above the waterline.

Riding the taxi to shore, the pilot of the boat looked the plane over from the distance.

“That is a beautiful vessel, how long have you owned it?”

“It belongs to…” She paused. “My husband. He had it before we got married.”

It saddened her with that thought. She was not supposed to be married, the beautiful home with wings.

*I need to think.*

“Must be nice!” He nodded and smiled. “Able to start the engines and be someplace exotic in a few hours.”

“Yes. We have flown to Las Vegas and back in a single night.”

“Wow… nice! That’s gnarly!” The taxi-boat pilot laughed. He was no more than twenty. Then asked. “Does Mister Tom have a sister?“

“You know… That is a mystery.” She said quietly as they pulled up to the dock. Leaving a slightly puzzled taxi driver sitting in his boat.

*I need to know a lot more about Tom.* Her curious side awakened. She had more than thinking to do.

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Children of Fury: Hellions Prologue

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Children of fury hellions 3 October 2014

Prologue

Captain Henry Willim knelt on what was left of the deck.

“FIRE!” The words caught in his throat as he choked from the smoke of his burning ship.

“Captain!” The quartermaster Whyte yelled, “Captain! We have no standing gunners! The ship is lost, we need to strike our colors.”

“NOT MY SHIP!” Captain Willim stood to the swivel deck gun and tried to fire the small cannon, looking about, he picked up a burning splinter of his ship and put it to the touch-hole of the one pounder.

It was his last action in this world as he disintegrated into torn flesh and red mist when he was struck by chain-shot in that moment. The heavy iron ball and linked-chain tore through his body at nearly the speed of sound.

The captain’s torso and left arm bounced along the deck stopping at the feet of the quartermaster, his life’s blood still spurting out of his lower torso from the beating heart that did not know it was dead, yet.

The look on the captains face was one of surprise and it would stay with the quartermaster for the rest of his life.

In a hysterical moment, the quartermaster saw the captain’s legs leaning against the shattered rail before collapsing onto the deck that would give him nightmares.

The aggressor ship threw hooks for boarding the larger warship, Worchester.

The quartermaster, Archibald Whyte, knew, more than the deceased Captain did, they were beaten, more than just from watching a child with a boarding ax cut down their colors,

He knew it, the moment he saw the name on the stern of the opposing ship as it hove close.

The name of the ship, whispered by the English navy sailors in quiet corners of pubs and with well deserved fear.

Fear of children that were more adult than any man, who could handle an ax or cutlass better than any swordsman with a holy rage in their hearts and souls.

Of a ship named after the swimming killer-king of the sea.

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Dragon Master University Chapter 15. Delivery and Dance (AKA Going Gaga)

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Chapter XV. Delivery and Dance. (AKA Going Gaga)

Walking into the core of the volcano, Jona was cooling down, even getting a little chilled standing in the forest meadow, as he heard cheering and whistles from the entry, a few laughing roars of dragons echoed from the landing cave.

A half-dozen large four-winged dragons stood at the corners of a big lozenge-shaped container as other dragons gathered around and began to off load the container, many human men moved about, as they cataloged the items being moved out under the scrutiny of a familiar raven-haired lady who walked about in her green armor.

“I know her! She was at the harbor with the black ship! They were taking on all kinds of things. Ingots were one thing I remember.” Jona said.

“They are a kind of pirate. Freemen and women that work on the ship in a fleet that comes and brings us supplies.” Kolo nodded, ‟The Headmaster of the Dragons, Professor Komodo and the Human Headmaster Narmer deal with them exclusivly, the black ship is not ever in any danger, the sea dragons protect the ship. Although I hear that they have no need of very much protection. Their ship, the Orca, is a predator that other Empire ships avoid. They pick no fights, according to the crew that sail her. and they’re all alumnus from here. Poets, bards and such.” Kolo smiled. “And they are also dancers. They come to give shows to the school now and again.”

“Come on Kolo! Let’s get a good spot! They are going to sing on the rocks!” A blond haird student, several years older than Jona, called as she walked by.

“Okay! Jona, come on! You will see how ladies go gaga over these guys.” Kolo dragged Jona by his hand.

“But my class!” Jona protested “I’ll be late.”

“No you won’t, your professor is over there talking with the captain. This will be a short day.” Kolo laughed and pulled him along.

The dancing and music went on until the lunch hour, Jona looked around and the red-haired captain spoke with dragon and human professor’s alike, trading papers and nodding back and forth. Jona had done business enough to know that they were making more orders for food and supplies for the school so high in the mountains and the captain was negotiating prices and times for delivery.

“Why doesn’t the captain sing and dance?” Jona asked, leaning over to Kolo.

Kolo shrugged, “I don’t know, I would like to see him dance, he has good grace, but someone said he has had a bad romance in his life and will not perform because of it.”

Applause exploded as the dancer’s finished their show and broke for lunch. Too soon after talking with students and sharing meals, the sailor’s and free folk headed back to the now empty pirate ship. The gleaming smooth obsidian dragons now well rested, food and drink for the dragons had been ample for them as well, nodded as the door closed and the blood-haired captain gave an order and they lifted into the air, the dragons moving together as a team as they disappeared out of sight into the clouds.