Disclaimer: I do not own LXG or any of the characters involved in this fan
fiction or their momma's, papa's, sisters and brothers.
Authors Note: Well my computers went mental and lost the original type version of chapter what ever it is I'm on and get this, while I was trying to save it on a floppy. So it's late, but it's here now!
The exotic dress captain storms through the mission room onto the cat walk dividing the chamber with the navigation apartment. Step by step higher up the stairs give him a amplify view of the beauteous golden annul Shiva.
His brown paws raps around the solid gold navigation wheel of the god of a thousand names. Nemo closes his eyes and silently prays for the tonights and tomorrows journey leading his sword of the sea.
He opens to study his reflection in the pain background by the dark blue horizon. His old brown eyes squint at a mysterious movement bundling up to the sky, "What the Avatar?"
*****
Mina stubbles with her velvet glove fingers as she buttons up the dark green petty coat as she relaxes against the cool pipe railing out side on deck. With her back to the harsh breeze she's feeling fluke about putting her hair up before this, "Gazing of the Stars" with Tom.
Mina's right hand slides down into the deep hip pockets of her outer garment, searching for warm refreshment. She fist around a silver case; rotating the top with her thumb to pop a cigarette tip out.
She takes it in between her lips and pulls the case away, letting go of the lid that snaps back in place. Putting the case back into her pocket, Mina takes out a matchbox and quickly in a break from gusts she ignites one.
Cupping the fritter flame with her hand and slowly bring it up the tip, illuminating the cigarette in a bright orange. After a good puff she tosses the stick overboard allowing the wind to put it out and gravity taking it down to a watery grave.
*****
In the center of the navigation room, Nemo steps into a small circumference of railing with a pair of binoculars hanging off. He steps his foot down onto a peddle, relishing a sound of air pressure. The crow's nest slowly began to lift up as an iris hatch opens above him to the outside. He unhooks the binoculars and rests them on his neck feeling the burning cold along with the bare patches of facial skin.
*****
9 yards away from the fire Alan observes Skinner mutilating a pig rib carefully with his teeth, not getting any grease over himself.
"Skinner!"
The yell makes him jump and suck the pork he was grinding into his throat. Alan steps up behind him as Skinner pounds onto his own lungs, gratefully flinging the meat out into the fire making it sizzles.
The great hunter places his hand over his friend's neck for comfort but quickly takes it off leaving visible handprint and grease all over his hand. "Yuck," Alan wipes the white substance onto his own shirt.
"You," Skinner faces the older man and points his ribs at him, "You finally got your plot together Mr.Bullshit enjoy the living Skinner."
"Clam up Skinner!"
"Don't tell me to clam up." He pocks Alan's shoulder, leaving a grease stain and an unhappy face.
Skinner brings the rib back to his mouth and takes a mouth full, "Lighting up."
Alan pulls the strap over his head and lets it hang in his hand, "give this to Sawyer."
"My My," Skinner takes the scales into his leather hands. "You sure? I can pun this for a lot."
Alan gives a cocky smile, "You have to much of a heart to do that," he points at Skinners chest, "I can see straight through you."
*****
With the paint cracks it looks at if she has pumping vains from his perfect birds eye view of the Nautilus in the moon light. Nemo brings the binoculars up to his eyes and focuses on to amber blot over 4,000 yards away.
Nemo pans over the shadow figures around the fire, two pocking each other looking as if to start a fight. Some others are wondering away from the fire wobbling with mugs in their hands, "I know where Skinner is."
He tilts up and changes the lens to zoom in, " My God!"
*****
The snow ride ends in the air like as a waterfall off the mountain ledge spreading the sandy ground towards the unexpecting people in waves.
Authors Note: Well my computers went mental and lost the original type version of chapter what ever it is I'm on and get this, while I was trying to save it on a floppy. So it's late, but it's here now!
The exotic dress captain storms through the mission room onto the cat walk dividing the chamber with the navigation apartment. Step by step higher up the stairs give him a amplify view of the beauteous golden annul Shiva.
His brown paws raps around the solid gold navigation wheel of the god of a thousand names. Nemo closes his eyes and silently prays for the tonights and tomorrows journey leading his sword of the sea.
He opens to study his reflection in the pain background by the dark blue horizon. His old brown eyes squint at a mysterious movement bundling up to the sky, "What the Avatar?"
*****
Mina stubbles with her velvet glove fingers as she buttons up the dark green petty coat as she relaxes against the cool pipe railing out side on deck. With her back to the harsh breeze she's feeling fluke about putting her hair up before this, "Gazing of the Stars" with Tom.
Mina's right hand slides down into the deep hip pockets of her outer garment, searching for warm refreshment. She fist around a silver case; rotating the top with her thumb to pop a cigarette tip out.
She takes it in between her lips and pulls the case away, letting go of the lid that snaps back in place. Putting the case back into her pocket, Mina takes out a matchbox and quickly in a break from gusts she ignites one.
Cupping the fritter flame with her hand and slowly bring it up the tip, illuminating the cigarette in a bright orange. After a good puff she tosses the stick overboard allowing the wind to put it out and gravity taking it down to a watery grave.
*****
In the center of the navigation room, Nemo steps into a small circumference of railing with a pair of binoculars hanging off. He steps his foot down onto a peddle, relishing a sound of air pressure. The crow's nest slowly began to lift up as an iris hatch opens above him to the outside. He unhooks the binoculars and rests them on his neck feeling the burning cold along with the bare patches of facial skin.
*****
9 yards away from the fire Alan observes Skinner mutilating a pig rib carefully with his teeth, not getting any grease over himself.
"Skinner!"
The yell makes him jump and suck the pork he was grinding into his throat. Alan steps up behind him as Skinner pounds onto his own lungs, gratefully flinging the meat out into the fire making it sizzles.
The great hunter places his hand over his friend's neck for comfort but quickly takes it off leaving visible handprint and grease all over his hand. "Yuck," Alan wipes the white substance onto his own shirt.
"You," Skinner faces the older man and points his ribs at him, "You finally got your plot together Mr.Bullshit enjoy the living Skinner."
"Clam up Skinner!"
"Don't tell me to clam up." He pocks Alan's shoulder, leaving a grease stain and an unhappy face.
Skinner brings the rib back to his mouth and takes a mouth full, "Lighting up."
Alan pulls the strap over his head and lets it hang in his hand, "give this to Sawyer."
"My My," Skinner takes the scales into his leather hands. "You sure? I can pun this for a lot."
Alan gives a cocky smile, "You have to much of a heart to do that," he points at Skinners chest, "I can see straight through you."
*****
With the paint cracks it looks at if she has pumping vains from his perfect birds eye view of the Nautilus in the moon light. Nemo brings the binoculars up to his eyes and focuses on to amber blot over 4,000 yards away.
Nemo pans over the shadow figures around the fire, two pocking each other looking as if to start a fight. Some others are wondering away from the fire wobbling with mugs in their hands, "I know where Skinner is."
He tilts up and changes the lens to zoom in, " My God!"
*****
The snow ride ends in the air like as a waterfall off the mountain ledge spreading the sandy ground towards the unexpecting people in waves.