Summertime Surprises!
Part V: Serenity Saul
Saul the container crane works at the Fishing Village on Arthur's Branch Line that runs along the coast through Norramby. The two are good friends and strive to do their best and keep the line in good working order.
PEEP-PEEP!
"Thanks, Saul!" Arthur greeted, as he set off with his trucks full of fish crates. "Have a nice day!"
"You too, Arthur!" Saul shouted at his friend as he left the dockside.
Saul is a crane of a low-profile type, and is rather proud of being so. He is able to shuttle his crane arm toward and over ships coming in and out of port, so that his trolley may load and discharge containers to load into the engines' trucks.
"'ey, Rebecca!" he called to the big yellow engine, as she was waiting for her trucks to be loaded. "Watch this!"
He shuttled his crane arm quickly over onto the ship, and several crates of fish were loaded into his trolley.
SWOOP-SWOOP! SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP!
Rebecca watched with amazement as he lifted his crane arm up and turned around towards her trucks.
"Wow, Saul!" she marveled. "That was amazing!"
"Thanks!" Saul replied, proceeding to cautiously load the crates into her first truck. "These are the kind of features that were built for my prototype. It helps me to speed things along, really."
"Wow!" Stanley marveled, second in line behind Rebecca.
"Amazing!" Charlie wondered, third in line behind both of them.
"Heh!" Diesel scoffed, looking the other way. "Silly old crane!"
Early one morning, Saul was loading crates from Arthur's trucks onto a barge. But he was very cautious about doing the job, so as not to make a mess.
"Easy does it now, Saul," he murmured to himself, Arthur watching with concern as he turned slowly and carefully around towards to pick up the next load. "Slow and easy does the job right, remember?"
"Eh, Saul?"
"Huh?" Saul gasped, stopping and looking down at the big tank engine.
"Erm…, you're doing it again."
"Again? What again?" Saul wondered.
"Eh…, taking things slow?" Arthur reminded him.
"Oh, no!" Saul panicked. "W-w-was there another...erm...delay?"
Arthur rolled his eyes and sighed, smiling as he looked up at his friend.
"No, no," he assured him. "Not yet at least."
"Oh…, good," Saul wondered, then sighed with relief. "Phew!"
"But you could work a little faster," Arthur suggested. "Surely you can be careful and work at a faster pace both at once."
"Right," Saul decided with agreement. "Sorry, Arthur. I'll see what I can do."
SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP!
He proceeded to quickly unload the next batch of crates from Arthur's truck and hoisted it up high as fast as he could, though he quickly began to lose control!
"Woah, woah, woah!" he wailed, as his top crate dangled dangerously in mid-air, and he quickly came to stop, before it gradually began to stop wobbling.
"Phew!" he sighed. "That was a close one. Eh, Arthur?"
"Yeah," Arthur chuckled, then suggested, "you might wanna be just a little more cautious than that."
"Right!" Saul agreed. "I really must have rushed it that time."
Then he sighed, thinking things over.
"I'm sorry, Arthur. It's just that I'm really trying to learn from my first day's experiences, but I haven't quite gotten the balance yet between going too fast and going too slow."
"Hmm…" Arthur wondered. "Do you need any help, Saul, 'cause surely I can help you find a solution."
"Oh, no, no, no," Saul assured him. "I'm sure I can solve it all on my own."
Arthur smiled up at his friend.
"I admire your bravery, Saul," he admitted. "Keep up the good work!"
"Sure thing, Arthur!" Saul shouted out, before steadily yet cautiously turning around towards the barge.
"Easy now," he said to himself, as he lowered his crane arm over the barge and proceeded to discharge containers into its brig. "Serenity Saul has it all under control."
SWOOSH-SWOOSH! SWOOSH!
"Phew!" he sighed. "That wasn't so hard."
He lifted his hoist up from the barge and turned around the next load.
Once Saul unloaded all of the crates, the barge left the quay and Arthur pulled the empty trucks away.
"Thanks, Saul!" he whistled. "Take care!"
"Any time, Arthur!" the crane called after him. "Have a great day!"
He then sighed and took a deep breath, relieved to have prevented himself from causing a delay.
Saul waited a little while longer for the next engine to come along, when the dock manager showed up. He had a pen and notepad in hand and turned his attention over to Saul immediately.
"Good morning, Saul!" he greeted. "We have a large shipment of fish due in from the Canal over on the Mainland."
"Oh," Saul wondered, listening closely. "I see."
"Yes, well, several important deliveries of fish are due out to different places across the Island. There are four different ones that I'm about to point out to you, Saul, so, please, listen carefully."
"Yes, sir," Saul replied, listening on.
"Okay," the manager sighed. "Well, there will be a shipment of herrings that need to go out to Tidmouth Market, shad fish to the Vicarage Orchard at Wellsworth, sardines to Arlesburgh and hilsa fish to Vicarstown."
"Ooh," Saul thought. "That does sound like a lot."
"Can you remember all those things, Saul?" the manager asked.
"Yes, sir!" Saul replied. "Eh, I'll try…"
"Good!" the manager nodded, sighing with relief. "Good luck with that then!"
He proceeded to hurry back about the dockside, as Saul turned around and waited for the ship to come.
"Alright!" he boomed aloud to himself. "Herrings to Tidmouth, shad fish to Wellsworth, sardines to Vicarstown and hilsa fish to Arlesburgh."
He stopped for a second, thinking a little harder.
"Or...was it the other way round with those last two?"
He sighed, then took a deep breath, settling down a bit.
"Keep it together, Serenity Saul," he said to himself. "It'll come to you soon enough…"
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As Saul waited for the ship to come, he tried his hardest to keep in mind what the order of the deliveries and their destinations was, but it became very difficult for him to memorize.
"Hmm…" he thought to himself. "Herrings to Tidmouth, shad fish to Wellsworth...doh! What were those other two?"
PEEP-PEEP!
"Ah!" Saul wailed with surprise.
"Hi, Saul!" Percy greeted, as he pulled his empty trucks up under Saul's hoist. "Oh, um, did I startle you?"
"What?" Saul gasped, then nervously chuckled, "oh, my. God heavens no, Percy!"
He groaned with anxiety, as Percy watched him with surprise.
"Startled? Me? Never!" he boomed on an impulse. "I was only, eh, thinking about all the many deliveries that needed to go out to different places across the Island. That's all! I only said 'ah' because I remembered a certain portion of information that the dock manager told me about which order of fish needed to go where, and I meant to say something like 'ah, that's it! You know how it is, Percy..."
HONK-HONK!
"Ah!" Saul wailed again, jumping in surprise upon hearing Philip's horn as the boxcab lined up behind Percy.
"Hi, Percy! Saul!" he greeted. "These trucks are meant to be loaded with shad fish for Wellsworth."
Saul thought for a moment, then laughed.
"I knew it!" he boomed pridefully. "Shad fish, Wellsworth! It's all coming together now."
"What is?" Percy wondered.
"My memorization skills," Saul admitted. "Serenity Saul has done it again, guys!"
"Serenity...Saul?" Philip wondered confusedly, then laughed. "Oh. Is that what they call you then?"
"Not necessarily," Saul admitted sheepishly. "It's just a little codename I have for myself as a reminder to keep it together and remain calm. Just in case."
"In case of what?" Percy asked.
"Anything!" Saul loudly suggested, surprising both engines before calming down a bit. "I'm sorry, you two. I'm just really anxious for that ship to arrive. I want to have you both loaded and on your way as soon as I can, you know."
"No rush," Percy reminded him. "I'm here early. The fair at Tidmouth Market starts at noon."
"I see," Saul realized, understanding a little more before a thought suddenly bounced over his head.
"Did you say...Tidmouth?"
"Yes," said Percy. "Why?"
"Is it herrings that you'll be needing then?" Saul wondered.
"Yes," Percy confirmed. "I do believe that herrings were what The Fat Controller said the stationmaster asked for…"
"Aha!" Saul boomed. "I got it! I got it!"
He turned around to face the horizon, calling out, "herrings to Tidmouth, hilsa fish to Wellsworth. I'm on a roll today, aren't I?"
"Eh, did you mean shad fish to Wellsworth?" Philip suggested, managing a slight smile.
"NO!" Saul groaned. "I forgot again?!"
Then he suddenly calmed down, much to Percy and Philip's surprise.
"Pull yourself together, Serenity Saul," he sighed to himself. "Herrings to Tidmouth, shad fish to Wellsworth, sardines to Arlesburgh. Or was it...hilsa fish? Doh! I've got to get it right?"
Percy sighed nervously as he watched Saul wait for the ship to arrive.
It wasn't long before the ship containing all the fish crates for the engines' deliveries arrived, and Saul watched as it edged closer towards the quay.
"Phew!" he sighed loudly. "About time, isn't it?"
As soon the ship stopped by Saul's hoist, he proceeded to reach his crane arm over it and load the first batch of crates into his trolley.
SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP!
Saul groaned as he carried the heavy weight of the crates onto his hoist and turned around to load Percy's first truck.
"Wow, Saul!" the saddle tank engine gasped. "That sure is a lot of crates you're carrying there all at once."
"Only...trying...to keep time, Percy," Saul huffily assured him, as he loaded the crates into his truck.
"Phew!" he sighed with relief, then quickly raised his hoist up and turned around for more.
In no time at all, Saul had Percy's trucks loaded and ready for him to take away to Tidmouth Market.
PEEP-PEEP!
"Thanks, Saul!" the saddle tank engine called out, as he set off.
"You're welcome, Percy!" Saul replied, as he watched him make it on his way. "Come again!"
HONK-HONK!
"And now," Saul sighed, turning his attention towards Philip, as the little boxcab pulled his first truck under his hoist, "eh...what was your name again?" he wondered.
"Philip," the boxcab replied.
"Right!" Saul boomed. "Shad fish to Wellsworth, here we come!"
"Oh," Philip chuckled, then cheekily remarked, "got it right that time, Saul."
"Yes," Saul agreed, chuckling nervously as he turned back around towards the ship. "I did, didn't I?"
He lowered his crane arm back over the ship so that his trolley could load more containers from the ship.
SWOOP-SWOOP! SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP!
"Ah!" he exclaimed. "Ten containers all at once. What a record!"
"Oh, boy," Philip marveled, then chuckled. "Then maybe you should try loading sixty-eight! That was a lucky number for me, you know."
Saul chuckled as he turned back around towards Philip's truck.
"I think my prototype would need a bit more than a single standard trolley to do that, Philip!" he assured him. "But never mind that. I'll have you loaded up and on your way in no time. And quickly too."
Philip watched with astonishment as he swayed his hoist over towards his first truck, but then gasped in surprise when he saw Saul's first crate dangling from atop.
"Saul!" he called out. "Your crate!"
"Woah!" Saul wailed, and stopped in mid-air, as his top crate dangled dangerously from his hoist.
"Oh, dear," he groaned.
"Uh, oh!" Philip gasped, and watched as the crate fell from his hoist and fell to the ground.
PEEP-PEEP!
Duck arrived just in time to see all the commotion.
CRASH!
"Woah!" the Pannier tank engine gasped, as he watched the crate smash to the ground.
Fish spilt all over the dockside! Arthur returned from his morning route just in time to see what had happened.
"Oh, my," he gasped. "Saul, what happened?"
Saul blushed with embarrassment, then sighed sheepishly, deciding to explain himself.
"I must have rushed it again, Arthur," he admitted. "Now, look what I did."
He suddenly went into panic mode.
"I made a mess! A big one too! Sorry, Philip! Sorry, Duck! Surely I'll make ya'll late now! Why do I get myself into these things…?"
At the back of the line, Duck rolled his eyes and sighed, before cutting Saul off.
"Saul," he suggested. "Perhaps instead of fretting over your mistake, think of what you can do to resolve it."
Saul moaned, thinking things over, as Arthur smiled, an idea in mind.
"I know," he thought. "I'll fetch a breakdown train…"
"No!" Saul shouted, startling the engines, before calming down a bit. "I mean, no, Arthur. This is my mess and I can solve it all on my own."
"Are you sure?" Arthur wondered. "'Cause I can quickly…"
"No need, Arthur," Saul assured him. "Just go back about your shunting."
"Eh, with all due respect, Saul," Duck put in. "These trucks do need to be loaded with sardines for Arlesburgh as soon as possible... "
"Not to worry, my fellow engines!" Saul boomed. "Serenity Saul has it all under control."
Then he proceeded to pick up fallen fish with his hoist, when he had another thought.
"Wait," he wondered. "Did you say…sardines to Arlesburgh?"
"Yes," Duck confirmed. "And they do need to be at the harbor on time, so, please…"
"So I did get it right the first time! Or was it…the second time?"
Duck whistled loudly at him.
"Come along, Saul!" he firmly demanded. "Chop chop! No more dilly dallying. We don't have all day."
"Right!" Saul agreed, then called to the workmen. "Men, kindly have Philip's trucks loaded with shad fish for Wellsworth, and Duck's trucks with sardines for Arlesburgh…whilst I have this mess cleared away."
The men chattered amongst themselves and quickly went about at Saul's command as they hurried down the stairwell toward the ship, while Saul cleared the fallen fish away.
"Oh, dear," Philip sighed worriedly. "We may be very late indeed."
"Not on my watch, I assure you!" Saul boomed. "Men, work faster!"
Duck shot him a look of concern.
"I think you'll find that they can only work so fast all at once, Saul," he pointed out. "May I suggest you unload the crates instead?"
"No!" Saul snapped, then calmed down a bit. "This is my mess, and I intend to clean it up myself. You fellas will just have to wait."
"But…" Philip thought, surveying the fish all over the dockside. "There's loads of fish spilt everywhere…"
"I know!" Saul stressed anxiously. "Don't worry, Philip! I'm on it!"
PEEP-PEEP!
James arrived and stopped right behind Duck.
"Come on!" he groaned, looking at the two engines in front of him. "What's the holdup?"
"Ask him, James," Duck suggested, looking over at Saul with a serious expression on his face.
"Ha!" James scoffed. "No need. What more to expect from a clumsy crane like himself?"
Saul groaned with anxiety as he picked up more fish from the dockside with his hoist.
"Keep it together, Serenity Saul," he thought to himself. "You have it all taken care of…"
"Eh, Saul?"
Saul's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, as a workman walked up to him.
"Erm, the ship is loaded with hilsa fish, not shad fish."
"What?" Saul gasped.
"Other than that, we have the orders of sardines and herrings…"
"Herrings?! OH, NO!" Saul panicked. "I gave Percy the wrong crates!"
Percy arrived at Tidmouth Market where the porter and the stationmaster quickly inspected his trucks.
"Hmm…" the stationmaster thought, looking hard at the labels for the crates in the trucks.
He stopped the porter as he readied his trolley and looked up in confusion, as the stationmaster walked further up the platform.
Percy smiled as the stationmaster walked up towards him, but also noticed the concerned expression on his face.
"Is…everything okay, sir?" he asked.
The stationmaster sighed and shook his head, looking at Percy directly.
"Not exactly, Percy," he admitted. "Your trucks are full of shad fish, not herrings."
"What?!" Percy gasped. "Oh, no! Saul must have given me the wrong fish crates. I'm sure he didn't intend to, sir. He just…"
"Please, Percy," the stationmaster cut off, putting his hand up to silence him. "Go back to Norramby and collect the right crates. The fair should start anytime now."
"Eh, yes, sir," Percy stammered
And he rushed off to Norramby right away.
Back at the Fishing Village, the dockside was finally cleared of all the fallen fish, and Saul was back at work loading Philip's trucks.
"Come on, Saul!" Duck whistled anxiously.
"Hurry up!" James gawked. "Some of us have other work to do!"
Saul tried his best to ignore the engines, but the loud whistling was beginning to make him anxious.
"No fear, Philip!" Saul assured him, as he loaded the last of the little boxcab's trucks. "It won't be long before you're out and on your way again. And this time, I'm making sure to pay more attention to the label on the crates before I load them."
"That's great, Saul," Philip replied, than asked out of curiosity, "but, eh, what's going to happen with James' delivery now that his and Percy's loads are mixed up?"
"Not to worry," Saul assured him, as he loaded the crates into his last truck and lifted his hoist back up. "The dock manager spoke with the stationmaster, and we're just waiting them to contact Tidmouth."
Just then, the dock manager walked back into view, as Saul looked at him anxiously.
"What's the news, sir?" he asked.
"Stationmaster just got off the phone with Tidmouth," the manager explained. "Percy left right before they got the call so he should be here any time now."
"Phew!" Saul sighed, turning back round towards the ship for the next load. "Hopefully I didn't make him too late."
He lifted his hoist back down towards the ship and loaded more crates into his trolley.
SWOOP-SWOOP! SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP!
"Hurry up, Saul!" Duck whistled, raising an eyebrow up at the crane as he carefully lifted his hoist up.
"Serenity Saul, Serenity Saul…" he muttered quietly to himself, trying his hardest to ignore the engines' loud whistling.
"Come on!" James gawked
"Chop chop!" Duck called at him.
"We're going to be late!" James insisted.
"No, you won't!" Saul snapped, and swung his hoist around, though the loud whistling gradually began to get to him.
"Hurry up!" James and Duck whistled both at once.
Saul became so nervous by all the noise that he suddenly stopped his hoist in mid-air.
"Woah!" Saul wailed, and watched as another crate dropped to the ground.
"Oh, no!" Philip gasped.
CRASH!
"Whoops!" Saul muttered.
"Oh, now look what you've done!" James groaned.
PEEP-PEEP!
"Saul!" Percy shouted, rushing into the dockside.
He stopped just across from Philip and looked over at the mess in surprise.
"Eh…, you mixed up my delivery, Saul," Percy admitted.
"I know!" Saul snapped, and was just about to go back into freak mode. "ArrrrrrRRRRGH…!"
PEEP-PEEP!
Arthur rolled backed into view, causing Saul to stop himself from freaking out and settle down a bit.
"Serenity Saul," he whispered to himself, trying to hold himself back from tears. "Serenity…"
At long last, he broke out and went back into freak mode, causing all the engines in line to turn their attention towards him with surprise.
"Grrrrr! I can't believe I made another mess! Why do I do these things?!"
"Saul?" Arthur asked kindly. "Is everything okay?"
"No," Saul admitted rather sheepishly, then sighed sadly. "I'm sorry, Arthur. And I'm sorry to everyone else. I can't do anything right no matter how hard I try. I attempted to pick up the pace a bit and have all you engines on your way, but I only caused even more trouble by rushing and mixing up Percy's deliveries!"
"Erm, Saul?" Arthur kindly put in.
"Please hear me out, Arthur!" Saul boomed, than sighed and calmed down again. "I even caused a delay by making a mess of the dockside…TWICE, and trying to clear it all up myself. I'm very sorry, Arthur. I caused a lot of trouble on your line, and I should have listened to your advice when you offered to pick up the breakdown train."
He sighed heavily with dismay, as Arthur looked up at him and smiled.
"Saul," he replied. "I know you didn't intend to cause any delay and I forgive you. But I also encourage you to take a deep breath. Just relax, and think to yourself about how you think the problem should be resolved.
"Oh, alright," Saul moaned, and thought hard to himself.
Saul took a few moments to think things over and devise a solution, as all eyes turned on him! At last, he took a deep breath.
He sighed and opened his eyes before coughing quietly, sure of what to say to the engines.
"I'm sorry to all of you," he said calmly. "I've been a very silly crane…"
"Ha!" James scoffed. "You can say that again."
"Shush, James!" Duck hissed. "Let him finish!"
"...but I think I've devised a solution," Saul decided. "Percy, please leave your trucks where they are. Philip will take them from there to Wellsworth. I have your herring crates almost ready for you to take away. Philip, please buffer up to his trucks."
"Yes, Sauk," Percy whistled, as he was uncoupled from his trucks.
"On it!" Philip honked, as he was uncoupled from his own.
"As for you, Arthur," Saul added, turning to the LMS tank engine. "Would you kindly fetch a breakdown train and clear up this mess whilst I Ioad the rest of these crates?"
PEEP-PEEP!
"You got it, Saul!" Arthur whistled, and quickly set off to fetch a breakdown train.
"Thank you!" he called him to the engines, as Percy and Philip went about to their places.
"Now, Percy," he said, as the saddle tank engine buffered up to the last truck under hoist. "Let's these trucks of herrings all ready for you, shall we?"
Percy smiled as Saul proceeded to load his last truck.
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PEEP-PEEP!
"Thank you, Saul!" Duck whistled. "Sorry if I snapped. I was just in a hurry to delivers these trucks."
"No worries!" Saul shouted after him. "Come again!"
PEEP-PEEP!
"Ahem!" James coughed as he pulled up under his hoist, then raised an eyebrow up at the crane.
"Right," Saul thought, thinking quickly. "Coming right up, James!"
James sighed with slight annoyance as Saul turned around to unload his first batch of crates from the ship.
SWOOP-SWOOP! SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP!
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As the day progressed, Saul proceeded to have the engines on their way quickly and efficiently, yet carefully.
PEEP-PEEP!
"Cheers, Saul!" Nia whistled, as she left with her trucks full of fish.
"Thank you, Nia!" Saul called after her, then sighed with relief as Emily pulled her own empty trucks under his hoist.
PEEP-PEEP!
"Hello, Saul!" the Sterling engine greeted.
"G'day, Emily!" Saul greeted back. "No fear. I'll have your trucks loaded in no time!"
"Oh, no rush, Saul," Emily chuckled. "I'm in no hurry."
"Oh," Saul wondered, rather surprised. "Phew!"
He chuckled with relief before turning round towards the ship.
"No worries, Serenity Saul," 'he said to himself. "You'll be...woah!"
He stopped for a second, turning back round towards the perch of waiting engines. "Erm, was that out loud?"
Emily chuckled, with Edward and Henry chuckling as well from behind. Saul just sighed and chuckled as well, as he turned back round and reached his crane over the ship.
SWOOP-SWOOP! SWOOP-SWOOP-SWOOP!
Later that evening, Saul had just finished loading the last of Porter's trucks for Henry's Kipper when Arthur came back from his evening coastal run.
PEEP-PEEP!
"Thanks, Saul!" Porter whistled, as he left.
"Any time, Porter!" Saul called back, as Arthur stopped right across, facing him.
"Good evening, Saul!"
"Hi, Arthur! How was your run?"
"Swell, thanks!" Then he joked, "and rather on time too."
The two friends shared a laugh, before Saul sighed and took a deep breath.
"Fat Controller said not to worry about the delay. Percy arrived only a little while after the fair started, so little harm was done in the end."
"Oh," Arthur thought. "Well, uh, that is good news."
"Yes," Saul agreed, as the two friends watched for the stars to come out.
"Thanks for all your help today, Arthur," Saul went on. "I learnt a very important lesson today."
"Oh, really?" Saul wondered, rather curious. "What's that?"
"Well," Saul explained, attempting to maintain his composure. "That while doing things quickly does assure efficiency, rushing only makes things worse."
"I see," Arthur replied understandably, then smiled.
"I'm proud of you, Saul," he admitted. "You've come so far since you first came here and…"
Before Arthur could finished, his speech was drowned out by a sudden instant of loud snoring, as Saul had quickly fallen asleep.
"Oh,"'Arthur thought, then chuckled and sighed.
"Sleep tight, Saul," he whispered quietly before slowly making his way back to his shed.
"Well," he jokingly assured himself, chuckling. "Turns out that 'Serenity Saul' is finally at peace!"
And so we have the penultimate chapter of Summertime Surprises. This was a real blast to write, and helped to develop Saul further as a character. He's trying to learn on his first day on the job, but unfortunately that allows him to the tendency to rush and cause delays in a different way. He also retains a sense of paranoia, proven by his constant worrying of delays happening, but he works hard, and in the end, he maintains the power to make up for his mistakes. As for the supporting cast, Arthur was fun to further include and enhancing his relationship with Saul was the high points of the story. The supporting cast was also fun to write; using Percy and Philip in place of Thomas (who is nowhere to be seen and won't be in the next story given that he appeared in the first four stories this DVD) worked well, as did using Duck and James as the engines to increase Saul's anxiety. I'm really excited to further develop the Norramby crew in future, with a surprise returnee expected to be added to the team next set. I'm almost at the finish line here for Set 2. The last chapter in this DVD will be a more familiar dynamic and may bring a sense of nostalgia...
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