《The sea wolf》Part 1 of 1
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I scarcely know where to begin, though I sometimes facetiously place the cause of it all to Charley Furuseth's credit. He kept a summer cottage in Mill Valley, under the shadow of mount Tamalapis, and never occupied it except when he loafed through the winter months and read Nietzsche and Schopenhauer to rest his brain. When summer came on, he elected To sweat out a hot and dusty existence in the city and to toil incessantly. Had it not been my custom to run up to see him every Saturday afternoon and to stop oven till Monday morning, this particular January Monday morning would not have left me afloat on San Francisco Bay.
Not but that I was afloat in a safe craft, for the Martinez was a new ferry-steamer, making her fourth or fifth trip on the run between Sausalito and San Francisco. The danger lay in the heavy fog which blanketed the bay, and of which, as a landsman, I had little apprehension. In fact, I remember the placid exaltation with which I took up my position on the forward upper deck, directly beneath the pilothouse, and allowed the mystery of the fog to lay hold of my imagination. A fresh breeze was blowing, and for a time I was alone in the moist obscurity-yet not alone, for I was dimly conscious of the presence of the pilot and what I took to be the captain in the glass house above my head.
I remember thinking how comfortable it was, this division of labor which made it unnecessary for me to study fogs, winds, tides, and navigation in order to visit my friend who lived across an arm of the sea. It was good that men should be specialists, I mused. The peculiar knowledge of the pilot and captain sufficed for many thousands of people who knew no more of the sea and navigation than I knew. On the other hand, instead of having to devote my energy to the learning of a multitude of things, I concentrated it upon a few particular things, such as, for instance, the analysis of Poe's place in American literature-an essay of mine, by the way, in the current Atlantic, which was open at my very essay. And there it was again, the division of labor, the special knowledge of the pilot and captain which permitted the stout gentleman to read my special knowledge on Poe while they carried him safely from Sausalito to San Francisco.
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A red-faced man, slamming the cabin door behind him and stomping out on the deck, interrupted my reflections, though I made a mental note of the topic for use in a projected essay which I had thought of calling "The Necessity for Freedom: A Plea for the Artist." The red-faced man shot a glance up at the pilothouse, gazed around at the fog, stumped across the deck and back (he evidentially ha artificial legs), and stood still by my side, still by my side, legs wide apart, and with an expression of keen enjoyment on his face. I was not wrong when I decided that his days had been spent on the sea. "It's nasty weather like this here that turns heads gray before their time," he said with a nod toward the pilothouse.
"I had had not thought there was any particular strain," I answered. "It seems as simple as ABC. They know the direction by compass, the distance, and the speed. I should not call it anything more than mathematical certainty."
"Strain!" He snorted. "Simple as ABC! Mathematical certainty!" He seemed to brace himself up and lean backward against the air as he stared at me. "How about this here tide that's rushin' out through the Golden Gate?" He demanded, or bellowed, rather. "How fast is she ebbin'? What's the drift, eh? Listen to that, will you? A bell buoy, and we're atop of it! See 'em alterin' the course!"
From out of the fog came the mournful tolling of a bell, and I could see the pilot turning the wheel with great rapidity. The bell, which had seemed straight ahead, was now sounding from the side. Our own whistle was blowing hoarsely, and from time to time the sound of other whistles came to us from out of the fog. "That's a ferryboat of some sort," the newcomer said, indicating a whistle off to the right. "And there! D'ye hear that? Blown by mouth. Some scow schooner, most likely. Better watch out, Mr. Schooner-man. Ah, I thought so. Now hell's a-poppin' for somebody!"
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Alright so this is just part of the first chapter the second part comes out tmro
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In Savlop-2, no one has ever seen the sun. It is a city beneath a black sky, isolated by catastrophe and ridden with crime, sustained through the power of technology and the cruelty of its rulers. In one of the city's worst slums, a young woman loses her job and makes a few bad decisions. Forced into a corner, she accepts an offer she cannot refuse. Now, she must make her way in the city's criminal underbelly with nothing but a diamond-edged powersaw and her own baser instincts-but life in D-block is quick and brutal, and these may not be enough... Updates about once a week; 3000 word chapters. Cover is a photo by the author, with font by DO Diseno Grafico.
8 252A Life of Terror.
Report number 3689926573915693681. Target:World-End has died. Retrieval of corpse: Successful. Total destruction to homeworld: 98.740269472927 percent. Spirit: Sealed, awaiting transfer to council chamber. Memories: .....Downloading....Completed. Overview of Life: Commencing in 3....2....1...
8 163What He Was (✓)
he was her lover,she was his servant.he was her salvation,she was his puppet.he was her catastropheand she was his provocation.•Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17#03 in short story 13/1/17#04 in short story 3/3/17
8 84Mute - Zelink Modern AU
Link is known to be a man of few words. In this case, it is completely true.He has been mute since he was very little, no one knows why. As you can probably expect, other people his age are rather vocal, especially about him not being so.Zelda sees through it. She takes a look further to see who is behind all of the silence, but it doesn't work out how she expected it to. She doesn't only find a friend.--First place in the modern AU section of the Zelda Warty Awards 2018--(All characters are owned by Nintendo)
8 177The antique shop of the devil
Victor Wartell transmigrates from the Earth into a similar world as his previous one. Setting up an antique store, he goes on to live a normal peaceful life. Or so he thought: Strange people, cosplayers, historical fanatics and nutjobs kept showing up. They all wanted to buy his products and he does not know why antiques go so well in this new world.Either way, he is content with his situation. Learning and adapting to the new environment, Victor will have to experience ups and downs of the new society. Making enough profit to maintain a carefree lifestyle and getting used to his chance of a new, exciting life seems like a good deal for him.Only thing he would say to the nutjobs: Stop with all the wild speculations, I am not what you think I am. Current schedule :Every saturday and extra chapter sometimes in Monday as per poll result :) Special thanks once again to Asviloka for the amazing cover!
8 149A Terrible Villain And Their Destiny
They say every hero needs a villain. In the world of Strarth, the Goddess of Heroes, Afa certainly thinks so. Unfortunately she doesn't have either nor is she allowed to bring any to the world of Strarth. Fortunately for her all her superiors are currently asleep and won't be waking up for a couple decades. What's more another strange entity who has the ability to grant her wishes offers her a deal she just can't refuse! The deal is simple, the strange entity brings to the world of Strarth someone who Afa can mold into a villain and then Afa can summon a few hand picked heroes from this backwards planet called earth. What's not to love? This is where Bryson Colin Coldwater comes in. Falling from the sky on a cold rainy night an infant Bryson is found in the garden of the Coldwaters. A noble elitist group that is known to rule their land with fear. Throughout Bryson's life his family call him the chosen one, and that their family has been chosen above all others. A perfect upbringing to bring up a egotistical villain. Unfortunately, for Afa, and fortunately for Bryson, he does not quite develop in the way she wanted him to. Over the course of Bryson's life, he will be in countless different scenarios and situations that are made to turn him into a villain that will be defeated by the heroes in the future. Bryson will unknowingly resolve these conflicts in any other outcome but the one Afa wants. In this strange game of chess, watch as the world of Strarth's most terrible evil villain faces of against his destiny.
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