Voice of Desirae part 12
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An hour later, Ian Malcolm and his daughter, Desirae, were standing on the dock, ready to board the ship, El Fuerte. The captain stepped down from the ship to greet them.
"Hola, mis amigos! How are you today? Good day for to travel to South America, huh?" he exclaimed. "Here, I'll take your bags!" Malcolm gladly handed over his pale green suitcase, but Desirae shook her hand when the skipper offered to carry her backpack. "Okay," the man said, understandingly, "I'll show you your bunks, then."
He lead Malcolm and Desirae to two adjoining rooms in the bowels of the ship. Desirae took in her room, curiously. One bed, a closet, and a kerosene lamp on a wooden chest. She was thinking, How simple, when Malcolm knocked on her door.
"Want to see the cast-off?" he asked, passively.
She nodded the affirmative and followed him to the deck of the ship.
As the father and daughter watched the city grow smaller and smaller in the distance, Malcolm gave a narrative of the ship and its departure: "This is a cargo ship, taking corn and wheat to Ecuador. It will return with coffee that has been shipped to Ecuador from Brazil. We were lucky to have gotten a ride with them. I've known the captain for a few years now, so that helped too. We would have taken a cruise ship, but the next to leave only stops in Chile and a few of the islands off the coast. If we could get them to stop in Ecuador at all, we'd have to book another cruise back to California. So, you can see my logic. The captain agreed to take us back on his next run, two weeks from now."
Desirae, enchanted by her father's casual words, watched the ocean waves lap against the side of the ship as they passed through them effortlessly.
"So," he continued, "we'll arrive in three days. You brought your computer, right?"
She nodded.
"Good. That way you won't get too bored." He smiled. "Well, I'm going to go rest in my room for a little while. Feel free to walk around the ship, or whatever you like." He disappeared down the stairs.
Desirae thought that the ocean was the most peaceful and strong thing she had ever seen. She hoped that in the future it would symbolize her relationship with her father.
-- NoV: Well, that's another one. Hope you liked it! Next time, the storm of the century strikes El Fuerte!!
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An hour later, Ian Malcolm and his daughter, Desirae, were standing on the dock, ready to board the ship, El Fuerte. The captain stepped down from the ship to greet them.
"Hola, mis amigos! How are you today? Good day for to travel to South America, huh?" he exclaimed. "Here, I'll take your bags!" Malcolm gladly handed over his pale green suitcase, but Desirae shook her hand when the skipper offered to carry her backpack. "Okay," the man said, understandingly, "I'll show you your bunks, then."
He lead Malcolm and Desirae to two adjoining rooms in the bowels of the ship. Desirae took in her room, curiously. One bed, a closet, and a kerosene lamp on a wooden chest. She was thinking, How simple, when Malcolm knocked on her door.
"Want to see the cast-off?" he asked, passively.
She nodded the affirmative and followed him to the deck of the ship.
As the father and daughter watched the city grow smaller and smaller in the distance, Malcolm gave a narrative of the ship and its departure: "This is a cargo ship, taking corn and wheat to Ecuador. It will return with coffee that has been shipped to Ecuador from Brazil. We were lucky to have gotten a ride with them. I've known the captain for a few years now, so that helped too. We would have taken a cruise ship, but the next to leave only stops in Chile and a few of the islands off the coast. If we could get them to stop in Ecuador at all, we'd have to book another cruise back to California. So, you can see my logic. The captain agreed to take us back on his next run, two weeks from now."
Desirae, enchanted by her father's casual words, watched the ocean waves lap against the side of the ship as they passed through them effortlessly.
"So," he continued, "we'll arrive in three days. You brought your computer, right?"
She nodded.
"Good. That way you won't get too bored." He smiled. "Well, I'm going to go rest in my room for a little while. Feel free to walk around the ship, or whatever you like." He disappeared down the stairs.
Desirae thought that the ocean was the most peaceful and strong thing she had ever seen. She hoped that in the future it would symbolize her relationship with her father.
-- NoV: Well, that's another one. Hope you liked it! Next time, the storm of the century strikes El Fuerte!!