The remains of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen sat in a room aboard
the sword of the ocean. They were sitting in silence, and had been for a
long time. Finally, when the silence seemed so heavy and thick that he felt
as though he were going to suffocate, Rodney Skinner spoke up.
"Where we off to again?" He had asked this before, the first day they had left on their journey to England - they were going to drop Dr. Jekyll off there because he wanted nothing more than to go home.
"We are going to England, Mister Skinner." Captain Nemo said, in as annoyed a voice as he allowed.
"Oh, right then. I had very much forgotten. Why again?" Skinner knew the answer to this question too, he simply couldn't bear to go back to that awful silence, and he was getting rather lonely by himself in his room.
"To get Dr. Jekyll home." Captain Nemo knew that Skinner was being obvious.
"Not going to mention Mr. Hyde?" Skinner asked with practiced innocence.
"That will be quite enough, Mr. Skinner." Said Mina, who was not in the best of moods with Skinner to begin with. It must have been something about him "getting a grip" in Siberia, though it may have simply been his wonderfully charming personality.
"I can tell when I'm not wanted." Skinner said. He had had enough of this forced conversation. He did dread going back to his room, the awful oppressing silence, how he hated it! But it was better than outright dislike towards him.
*
They had docked the massive ship at a port near London, and everyone got off, at least for a while. Nemo went to get supplies, Sawyer went with Skinner to a pub, Mina went home as did Jekyll and Hyde.
"Hey Skinner, wait up!" Sawyer called, his American accent sticking out like a sore thumb, as he dodged a woman with a young boy at her side. In doing this he ran into a man, perhaps fifty or so, maybe a little less. Sawyer never could tell ages. Both of them fell to the ground.
"Oof!" Sawyer said as the wind was knocked from his lungs. After a moment or two he got to his feet, Skinner was standing a few yards away, laughing. Tom offered his hand to the stranger, who took it.
"Are you alright, sir?" Sawyer asked politely.
"Fine, fine. I have survived far more than being knocked over by people who aren't waching where they're going." The man said.
"Good day to you sir." Tom mumbled to the man. He then hurried to catch up with Skinner, who was waiting.
"Glad to see your running into some of the locals." Skinner seemed to think this kind of wisecrack was appreciated.
Sawyer thought this was unworthy of comment so he merely held his head high and walked on.
"This way! Honestly can't I take you anywhere? Have you already had your drink?" Skinner had turned into the bar that Tom had walked past. Tom turned around and went in with out comment.
After his third drink, Tom forgave Skinner.
After his sixth, Tom voted Skinner a wonderful fellow. When that happened, Skinner decided that it was time to go.
End.
"Where we off to again?" He had asked this before, the first day they had left on their journey to England - they were going to drop Dr. Jekyll off there because he wanted nothing more than to go home.
"We are going to England, Mister Skinner." Captain Nemo said, in as annoyed a voice as he allowed.
"Oh, right then. I had very much forgotten. Why again?" Skinner knew the answer to this question too, he simply couldn't bear to go back to that awful silence, and he was getting rather lonely by himself in his room.
"To get Dr. Jekyll home." Captain Nemo knew that Skinner was being obvious.
"Not going to mention Mr. Hyde?" Skinner asked with practiced innocence.
"That will be quite enough, Mr. Skinner." Said Mina, who was not in the best of moods with Skinner to begin with. It must have been something about him "getting a grip" in Siberia, though it may have simply been his wonderfully charming personality.
"I can tell when I'm not wanted." Skinner said. He had had enough of this forced conversation. He did dread going back to his room, the awful oppressing silence, how he hated it! But it was better than outright dislike towards him.
*
They had docked the massive ship at a port near London, and everyone got off, at least for a while. Nemo went to get supplies, Sawyer went with Skinner to a pub, Mina went home as did Jekyll and Hyde.
"Hey Skinner, wait up!" Sawyer called, his American accent sticking out like a sore thumb, as he dodged a woman with a young boy at her side. In doing this he ran into a man, perhaps fifty or so, maybe a little less. Sawyer never could tell ages. Both of them fell to the ground.
"Oof!" Sawyer said as the wind was knocked from his lungs. After a moment or two he got to his feet, Skinner was standing a few yards away, laughing. Tom offered his hand to the stranger, who took it.
"Are you alright, sir?" Sawyer asked politely.
"Fine, fine. I have survived far more than being knocked over by people who aren't waching where they're going." The man said.
"Good day to you sir." Tom mumbled to the man. He then hurried to catch up with Skinner, who was waiting.
"Glad to see your running into some of the locals." Skinner seemed to think this kind of wisecrack was appreciated.
Sawyer thought this was unworthy of comment so he merely held his head high and walked on.
"This way! Honestly can't I take you anywhere? Have you already had your drink?" Skinner had turned into the bar that Tom had walked past. Tom turned around and went in with out comment.
After his third drink, Tom forgave Skinner.
After his sixth, Tom voted Skinner a wonderful fellow. When that happened, Skinner decided that it was time to go.
End.
