Disclaimer: I do not own LOEG or any of the characters involved with this
fan fiction. Just call my lawyer at
555-ARSE-Law.
Authors Note: I'm sorry it took so long for chapter 8 to be posted. I've been trying to re-write the chapters (by hand) to keep them more organized. Thank you for the grammar correction, that's where I have the most trouble.
Plot wise? This is just something I did for fun and practices my writing because I have a learning disability. But hey! If you want to see Allen as a zombie then write an alternative to this and I'll post it for you. But if your looking for something serious then I'm sorry, you're reading the wrong fan fiction.
The young operator crushes the headphone against his ear as he scribes the connotation of the mores code. His eyes squint as he writes the message down under the only light from a gas lantern in the dark compact room.
His captain opens the door and brings a glow from the white Ivory room behind him. Making his body is shadowed and his expressions mysterious to the crewmember.
"Sir, It's from Mr. Land." The radio single ends, the young man rips the paper off the pad.
"Nemo.
Prove that you're not homicidal.
Then I'll give your offer an answer.
Ned Land."
Nemo pushes his found glasses on up his nose, "I expected that." He pets his beard in thought, "Send Mr. Land this message."
The operator dips his pen tip in the ink jar and settles in his chair with pad in front of him. "Ready Sir."
"Mr. Land stop. The Nautilus will meet you along the shore of Quebec stop. The Nautilus will arrive in two days stop. Wait for further instructions tomorrow stop. Captain Nemo stop."
The young man finishes up writing, "I'll send it out now sir." As he pressers the headphone against his ear the door closes, leaving him squinting in the dark again.
Nemo alternates back to the meeting room, walking up to the black marble table he comments, "bloody rebellious Canadian." He unrolls a map of the North Atlantic Ocean on the table.
Authors Note: I'm sorry it took so long for chapter 8 to be posted. I've been trying to re-write the chapters (by hand) to keep them more organized. Thank you for the grammar correction, that's where I have the most trouble.
Plot wise? This is just something I did for fun and practices my writing because I have a learning disability. But hey! If you want to see Allen as a zombie then write an alternative to this and I'll post it for you. But if your looking for something serious then I'm sorry, you're reading the wrong fan fiction.
The young operator crushes the headphone against his ear as he scribes the connotation of the mores code. His eyes squint as he writes the message down under the only light from a gas lantern in the dark compact room.
His captain opens the door and brings a glow from the white Ivory room behind him. Making his body is shadowed and his expressions mysterious to the crewmember.
"Sir, It's from Mr. Land." The radio single ends, the young man rips the paper off the pad.
"Nemo.
Prove that you're not homicidal.
Then I'll give your offer an answer.
Ned Land."
Nemo pushes his found glasses on up his nose, "I expected that." He pets his beard in thought, "Send Mr. Land this message."
The operator dips his pen tip in the ink jar and settles in his chair with pad in front of him. "Ready Sir."
"Mr. Land stop. The Nautilus will meet you along the shore of Quebec stop. The Nautilus will arrive in two days stop. Wait for further instructions tomorrow stop. Captain Nemo stop."
The young man finishes up writing, "I'll send it out now sir." As he pressers the headphone against his ear the door closes, leaving him squinting in the dark again.
Nemo alternates back to the meeting room, walking up to the black marble table he comments, "bloody rebellious Canadian." He unrolls a map of the North Atlantic Ocean on the table.