FROM DOVER TO PLYMOUTH, AND BACK
Chapter 7
By Kiddo
~*~ In Loving Memory Of Jonathan Brandis ~*~
~**Don't fix a broken heart. Who really wants to forget? (Joseph
Fiennes)**~
~**~
As the rainbow faded,
The Albatross came
And he carried me with gentle wing strokes
Far away over the seven oceans.
He carefully put me at the edge of the light.
I went inside and felt safe.
I haven't left you.
I'm just a few steps ahead.
~**~
Disclaimer:
I don't have any rights to "seaQuest DSV" or "seaQuest 2032" and I am not making any money with this story.
A big Thank You goes to my wonderfull beta-reader Jackie and Mar, Sam, Joxer and Kas 7 for their Reviews.
@Joxer: Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday Dear Joxer, Happy Birthday To You *hands her a big birthday cake*
@Joxer: Hope you are happy with this chapter because there is more of Ben in it.
Feedback and reviews are still the only thing I get for writing. So please review.
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The next morning, Captain Bridger returned back to his cabin after some minutes on the deck to get a scarf for himself. It was colder outside than he had expected. When Bridger closed his wardrobe, Lucas woke up from the sound.
"Good morning Lucas."
The boy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Good morning."
Nathan Bridger smiled and gave the teenager some clothes. "Here are your dry clothes. I'm sure that you have already missed them. I'll send Miss Westphalen to you in a few minutes," said Bridger and walked out of his cabin.
Lucas stood up and changed into his own clothes: a brown pair of trousers and a big white shirt. When he dressed, he was surprised to see that the hole in his trousers and a rip in his shirt were fixed.
A few moments later there was a knock on the door. "Come in!"
Kristin Westphalen walked into the cabin. "Good morning, Lucas!"
"Morning."
The red-haired woman sat on the edge of the bed and patted the place next to her with her hand. Lucas sat down beside her. "So, may I please take a look at your hands again?" The boy showed her his right hand first. "This looks very good. The scatches are nearly healed. Does it still hurt?"
Lucas shook his head. "No."
Kristin smiled. "That's good; now please show me your left hand."
The teenager did what she had said.
Gently, she unwound the strips that bound his hand. The hand looked better than the day before but not as good as the right hand. Miss Westphalen took her little box and put some of the paste that was inside on the skin of the boy's hand.
Lucas' face twisted in pain. It still hurt.
When Kristin was finished, she wrapped the strips around the hand again. Then she looked the boy in the eyes. "Now, you are coming into the galley with me to eat something. You can see a bit of the seaQuest on the way and meet our cook Benjamin Krieg." Kristin stood up and the teenager followed her, unsure of himself.
To get to the galley, they had to step on deck for a short time, and the cold air was blowing in their faces. In that short time, Lucas looked around, taking everything in. He realized that the seaQuest was a very pretty ship. The boy didn't know anything about sailing, but he had seen a few ships in the harbour. And therefore, he could say whether or not the seaQuest was pretty.
Westphalen opened the door to the galley, and Lucas closed it behind him and the woman.
The moment they stepped in, a black haired man who stood at the kitchen stove turned around. He gave the blond boy his biggest smile and stepped forward to greet him. Before Krieg gave the boy his hand to say hello, he dried his hands on an apron he wore around his waist. "Hi, I'm Benjamin Krieg. You must be Lucas."
The Teen nodded and shook the cook's hand.
Krieg gestured with his hand to a bench where a table was set. "Sit down you two."
Kristin and Lucas sat down.
Krieg gave them each a little bowl with grain-mash and one slice of bread. "I hope it tastes good." Then Benjamin took a cup and filled it with coffee. He looked questioningly at Lucas. "We have coffee or water, which would you like, Lucas?"
The boy swalled the bit of grain-mash he had in his mouth, then, he answered, "Water, if it isn't a problem."
Krieg nodded. "No problem at all." He put a cup of coffee in front of Westphalen and a cup of water in front of the teenager.
"Thanks, Mister Krieg."
The cook had to laugh at Lucas' words. Speaking like that made the teenager sound like Krieg was an old man. "Call me Ben, or I'll feel old enough to be your grandfather."
"Okay."
Kristin und Ben talked about different things and tried to include Lucas in the conversation.
A few minutes later, the door to the galley opened and a man with dark hair and glasses walked in. Krieg immediately put something to eat on the table for him and the men both sat down. When O'Neill saw Lucas, he introduced himself. "Oh, hello. I'm Tim O'Neill."
"Hello, I'm Lucas Holt."
O'Neill smiled. "Nice to meet you. Has anyone shown you the boat yet?"
The teenager shook his head. "No."
"Okay. I have some free time after the breakfast. If you're interested, I can show you around."
Lucas nodded shyly. "That would be great, thank you."
The adults began to talk and the blond boy was lost in his thoughts. The whole crew was really unbelievable. Everybody he had met until now was so friendly to him. He had never experienced anything like that before.
When they were finished eating, Tim stood up. "Alright Lucas, are you ready for a trip around the seaQuest?"
The teen nodded and stood up.
Before O'Neill and the boy could leave the galley, Krieg stopped them. "Wait a minute, Lucas." He threw his jacket to the teenager. "Wear this when you go on deck. I don't need it at the moment."
Lucas was shocked and momentarily speechless. "Th-thank you!" He looked surprised at Ben, then followed Tim out of the galley.
Kristin smiled at Krieg. "This was very nice of you."
Ben did move with his hand like she was stating the obvious. "No, that goes without saying."
The red-haired woman decided to say nothing about this and just smiled. That hadn't been quite so natural.
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To Be Continued...
Written 2003 / Translated April 2004
Chapter 7
By Kiddo
~*~ In Loving Memory Of Jonathan Brandis ~*~
~**Don't fix a broken heart. Who really wants to forget? (Joseph
Fiennes)**~
~**~
As the rainbow faded,
The Albatross came
And he carried me with gentle wing strokes
Far away over the seven oceans.
He carefully put me at the edge of the light.
I went inside and felt safe.
I haven't left you.
I'm just a few steps ahead.
~**~
Disclaimer:
I don't have any rights to "seaQuest DSV" or "seaQuest 2032" and I am not making any money with this story.
A big Thank You goes to my wonderfull beta-reader Jackie and Mar, Sam, Joxer and Kas 7 for their Reviews.
@Joxer: Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday To You, Happy Birthday Dear Joxer, Happy Birthday To You *hands her a big birthday cake*
@Joxer: Hope you are happy with this chapter because there is more of Ben in it.
Feedback and reviews are still the only thing I get for writing. So please review.
***************************************************************************
The next morning, Captain Bridger returned back to his cabin after some minutes on the deck to get a scarf for himself. It was colder outside than he had expected. When Bridger closed his wardrobe, Lucas woke up from the sound.
"Good morning Lucas."
The boy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Good morning."
Nathan Bridger smiled and gave the teenager some clothes. "Here are your dry clothes. I'm sure that you have already missed them. I'll send Miss Westphalen to you in a few minutes," said Bridger and walked out of his cabin.
Lucas stood up and changed into his own clothes: a brown pair of trousers and a big white shirt. When he dressed, he was surprised to see that the hole in his trousers and a rip in his shirt were fixed.
A few moments later there was a knock on the door. "Come in!"
Kristin Westphalen walked into the cabin. "Good morning, Lucas!"
"Morning."
The red-haired woman sat on the edge of the bed and patted the place next to her with her hand. Lucas sat down beside her. "So, may I please take a look at your hands again?" The boy showed her his right hand first. "This looks very good. The scatches are nearly healed. Does it still hurt?"
Lucas shook his head. "No."
Kristin smiled. "That's good; now please show me your left hand."
The teenager did what she had said.
Gently, she unwound the strips that bound his hand. The hand looked better than the day before but not as good as the right hand. Miss Westphalen took her little box and put some of the paste that was inside on the skin of the boy's hand.
Lucas' face twisted in pain. It still hurt.
When Kristin was finished, she wrapped the strips around the hand again. Then she looked the boy in the eyes. "Now, you are coming into the galley with me to eat something. You can see a bit of the seaQuest on the way and meet our cook Benjamin Krieg." Kristin stood up and the teenager followed her, unsure of himself.
To get to the galley, they had to step on deck for a short time, and the cold air was blowing in their faces. In that short time, Lucas looked around, taking everything in. He realized that the seaQuest was a very pretty ship. The boy didn't know anything about sailing, but he had seen a few ships in the harbour. And therefore, he could say whether or not the seaQuest was pretty.
Westphalen opened the door to the galley, and Lucas closed it behind him and the woman.
The moment they stepped in, a black haired man who stood at the kitchen stove turned around. He gave the blond boy his biggest smile and stepped forward to greet him. Before Krieg gave the boy his hand to say hello, he dried his hands on an apron he wore around his waist. "Hi, I'm Benjamin Krieg. You must be Lucas."
The Teen nodded and shook the cook's hand.
Krieg gestured with his hand to a bench where a table was set. "Sit down you two."
Kristin and Lucas sat down.
Krieg gave them each a little bowl with grain-mash and one slice of bread. "I hope it tastes good." Then Benjamin took a cup and filled it with coffee. He looked questioningly at Lucas. "We have coffee or water, which would you like, Lucas?"
The boy swalled the bit of grain-mash he had in his mouth, then, he answered, "Water, if it isn't a problem."
Krieg nodded. "No problem at all." He put a cup of coffee in front of Westphalen and a cup of water in front of the teenager.
"Thanks, Mister Krieg."
The cook had to laugh at Lucas' words. Speaking like that made the teenager sound like Krieg was an old man. "Call me Ben, or I'll feel old enough to be your grandfather."
"Okay."
Kristin und Ben talked about different things and tried to include Lucas in the conversation.
A few minutes later, the door to the galley opened and a man with dark hair and glasses walked in. Krieg immediately put something to eat on the table for him and the men both sat down. When O'Neill saw Lucas, he introduced himself. "Oh, hello. I'm Tim O'Neill."
"Hello, I'm Lucas Holt."
O'Neill smiled. "Nice to meet you. Has anyone shown you the boat yet?"
The teenager shook his head. "No."
"Okay. I have some free time after the breakfast. If you're interested, I can show you around."
Lucas nodded shyly. "That would be great, thank you."
The adults began to talk and the blond boy was lost in his thoughts. The whole crew was really unbelievable. Everybody he had met until now was so friendly to him. He had never experienced anything like that before.
When they were finished eating, Tim stood up. "Alright Lucas, are you ready for a trip around the seaQuest?"
The teen nodded and stood up.
Before O'Neill and the boy could leave the galley, Krieg stopped them. "Wait a minute, Lucas." He threw his jacket to the teenager. "Wear this when you go on deck. I don't need it at the moment."
Lucas was shocked and momentarily speechless. "Th-thank you!" He looked surprised at Ben, then followed Tim out of the galley.
Kristin smiled at Krieg. "This was very nice of you."
Ben did move with his hand like she was stating the obvious. "No, that goes without saying."
The red-haired woman decided to say nothing about this and just smiled. That hadn't been quite so natural.
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To Be Continued...
Written 2003 / Translated April 2004