Word count Day 12

[essayel]

I'd hoped to get to 50% today but frankly I'm pooped. I'll do that tomorrow.

Meanwhile, for them as wants it:

The day was well advanced when the captains of the ship Garnet and the sloop Africa reappeared and La Griffe announced their destination.
“Barbuda,” he said, “to collect some stores and off load some of the gin. Then south away to see what the Portugee has to offer us.”
Kit watched the boat pull away towards the Garnet then went to find and congratulate the doctor on his lucky guess.
“Guess,” Saunders scoffed. “That was no guess. It just took a while to bring everyone round to thinking it was their idea. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have my patients to consider.”
A couple of sprained wrists and a dislocated finger, from the wrestling contest, all rapidly treated with a mixture of brutal battlefield medicine and copious amounts of gin. Kit predicted a full recovery in each case, once they had got over what would surely be ferocious hangovers.
His own head was aching a little from the combination of several hours in the sun and the drink he had shared with the doctor, so he was glad to get his evening repast and his measure of water, even if it was getting cloudy.
Soon it was the brief twilight and Kit took himself off to his hammock. He slept unusually soundly that night and his dreams, if he had any, were no trial to him. But something roused him and he lay in that warm hinterland between sleep and waking where nothing much makes sense.
Least of all the shift of air as his blanket slipped and the soft humming of a song about a girl from Bristol. Then suddenly he was wide awake and moving fast as a hand touched his belly and moved down to grip fast. Kit swung a fist, felt it connect then tumbled off the other side of the hammock and landed on his feet, fists clenched and panting with the pain of the tight squeeze. There was laughter and someone crying and Kit blinked the sleep from his eyes.

Comments

[wulfila.livejournal.com]

I am impressed that you mange to write so very well at this pace. I especially like the "that was no guess" part.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much. That's a very encouraging thing to say.