"- So David, tell me what were you doing in such a small village?" – Jack
asked trying to keep the conversation going. It was almost 1 a.m. but he
refused to sleep saying that he feels fine and that everyone should stop
treating him like a baby. David gave up trying to persuade Jack to sleep
and stayed in Captain's cabin.
"- I just went to see my father's old lawyer. He had some important
papers concerning our estate" - answered David, pouring some more wine
into his glass.
"-Why did not you send anyone to pick it up? It is quite a long distance
from your estate"
"- These papers are very important and I did not want to risk sending
anyone else to get them"
"- Ah..."
Both men were silent for some time. Then Jack got out of his bed and walked towards the table, where his fiddle lay. He ran his fingers over it gently and lovingly, and then lifted it.
"-I have not played for a long time," -said Captain more to himself
rather than David. In a moment an exquisite, bittersweet melody filled the cabin, seeped through the door and walls and engulfed the ship. It seemed that for the first time no seaman would complain that you cannot dance to this music. The music required slow movements. Slow and gentle. For several perfect moments ship seemed to be still and everything around seemed to freeze. Then came the sound of quick footsteps and somebody knocked on the door.
"- I just went to see my father's old lawyer. He had some important
papers concerning our estate" - answered David, pouring some more wine
into his glass.
"-Why did not you send anyone to pick it up? It is quite a long distance
from your estate"
"- These papers are very important and I did not want to risk sending
anyone else to get them"
"- Ah..."
Both men were silent for some time. Then Jack got out of his bed and walked towards the table, where his fiddle lay. He ran his fingers over it gently and lovingly, and then lifted it.
"-I have not played for a long time," -said Captain more to himself
rather than David. In a moment an exquisite, bittersweet melody filled the cabin, seeped through the door and walls and engulfed the ship. It seemed that for the first time no seaman would complain that you cannot dance to this music. The music required slow movements. Slow and gentle. For several perfect moments ship seemed to be still and everything around seemed to freeze. Then came the sound of quick footsteps and somebody knocked on the door.