mist december
chapter one
a man stood at the door half-heartedly, bidding to his family with little knowledge that he had but a few hours left to live and his only chance was slipping away from his hand like grease with metals. wearing a leather jacket and a furry hat that slouched almost lazily on his head, the bald seventy man was dressed like a shabby artist on the jog towards the art show that was held downtown.
with age comes experience and i beg you not look down at this sailor for he was very, wise indeed. full of experience, this man knew what was at risk at sea but had no idea of the darkness and its ever-growing power. his old face had been dissolved into a range of wrinkles that swept towards his nose. with a big, white, deep and thick moustache, it was no phenomenon that he was nicknamed, 'bushy,' but instead, his name was brian.

leading a life as a sailor, brian visited the world, tasting the food- it was a shame as there were so many, indescribable tastes that brian knew his family would enjoy- and brian had a first class taste to the many cultures, from the chinese sichuan to the spaghetti of italy. brian was not a fuzzy eater and so, brian never refused a meal. when the ship stopped to refill at a local port, brian would rush away, leaving a clear sandstorm from the decks to the grills of a pub. the ship's cook was a lazy, slouch who was very fat indeed, never cooking a meal on his own, he had assistant chefs who cooked a majority of the meals. when cooking for the captain, the chef would claim the meal was his and if it was rotten, the assistant chef would be punished severely, often ending with a bloody, broken jaw. the majority of the meals cooked on the ship was rotten without any preservatives, on the other hand, bars and pubs were hygienic enough to serve the freshest of fruits. sadly, now days, brian had or could rush out as he had little pay. when brian was about twenty years old, he would have considerably good pay for the time and because of this he invested on local food to prevent scurvy and enjoy the tastiest steak or the crunchiest apple. brian was not a beggar, nor did he wish to be. brian never wanted people to pity him.

brian had one child with his wife sophia and the child was named, david. now a shadow, brian was a light in david's life but with no time and only returning once a year, the bond of father and son disappeared, vanished into thin air.

it would be only a few hours until brian left on the tram towards the pier. as soon as brian stood up, a buzz exhibited throughout his body, creating a sense of awareness for him. it was another day for work and it would be a year until brian would return to this house. after brushing his teeth, brian decided to take a brief shower as an obnoxious odour followed him.

'sir?'
'yea,'
'is-is it necessary to wait til he comesss?'
'do you want to disobey mistress november and lady may?' exasperated a frozen toak.
toak were those monstes that you were frightened of when you were small. with long, greasy fingernails, their grotesque face was hidden by a smelly old cloak. each toak held a trident and grew very long elongated tails that curled to form a serpent. toaks were not handsome nor were they created to be, instead, toaks represented orks.