The Caribbean
Feb. 28th, 2011 03:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billySailing in the Caribbean had a totally different vibe to it than sailing off the coast of the Pacific Northwest. Billy had noticed that a while ago, but it had never quite hit him as much as it did now.
Another thing he noticed more on this trip, was Delia. They had several classes together at Eckerd, and Billy had certainly noticed her as a pretty face. Also the way she looked in t-shirt and jeans. But until this past month, he'd never seen her in a bikini. Also he was now looking with the eyes of a single man. Good, God, Damn.
Then there was his new room mate. Or was that bunk mate. The boy liked to talk. He seemed to be one of those who needed to fill the open space with noise. Billy could see this getting annoying eventually, but so far it was okay. Because what he said was interesting. Ted was a veritable font of knowledge about Maritime history and folklore.
“All hands on deck!” Dr. Keillor called out. There were several teachers and Student teachers on this expedition, but Dr. Keillor was the one in overall charge. In addition to spending time in the navy, he had numerous doctorates on all things marine.
"You know typically sir," Ted smirked, "It's the captain who gets to say that."
"Don't be a smart ass Theodore." Dr. Keillor said. "You haven't earned it yet." He knew Ted disliked his full name. The boy didn't think it sounded appropriate for the seafaring life.
"Alright lubbers," Dr. Keillor went on, "Listen up. We've been out here for a month, and you've all proved so far that you were the right choices for this special course. So you know what that means."
There was a buzz of excitement. For the past month they had been reviewing their sea craft, diving and swimming skills, as well as all the proper techniques for underwater excavation and preservation. Now would they finally be going to their destination?
"That's right it means we're done screwing around. Tomorrow we drop anchor at the first excavation site. The wreck of the HMS Seahawk. Then we'll really see what you're made of. Do a good job and I'll see about convincing the captain to give us a little shore leave at Punta Margaritta."
Billy grinned almost as wide as Ted. Finally, some action. Maybe he'd see about scoring a bottle rum and find out if Delia was up for a little celebration.
[Open for texts, e-mails, or phone calls. Or, what the hell, any unexpected guests via portal.]
Another thing he noticed more on this trip, was Delia. They had several classes together at Eckerd, and Billy had certainly noticed her as a pretty face. Also the way she looked in t-shirt and jeans. But until this past month, he'd never seen her in a bikini. Also he was now looking with the eyes of a single man. Good, God, Damn.
Then there was his new room mate. Or was that bunk mate. The boy liked to talk. He seemed to be one of those who needed to fill the open space with noise. Billy could see this getting annoying eventually, but so far it was okay. Because what he said was interesting. Ted was a veritable font of knowledge about Maritime history and folklore.
“All hands on deck!” Dr. Keillor called out. There were several teachers and Student teachers on this expedition, but Dr. Keillor was the one in overall charge. In addition to spending time in the navy, he had numerous doctorates on all things marine.
"You know typically sir," Ted smirked, "It's the captain who gets to say that."
"Don't be a smart ass Theodore." Dr. Keillor said. "You haven't earned it yet." He knew Ted disliked his full name. The boy didn't think it sounded appropriate for the seafaring life.
"Alright lubbers," Dr. Keillor went on, "Listen up. We've been out here for a month, and you've all proved so far that you were the right choices for this special course. So you know what that means."
There was a buzz of excitement. For the past month they had been reviewing their sea craft, diving and swimming skills, as well as all the proper techniques for underwater excavation and preservation. Now would they finally be going to their destination?
"That's right it means we're done screwing around. Tomorrow we drop anchor at the first excavation site. The wreck of the HMS Seahawk. Then we'll really see what you're made of. Do a good job and I'll see about convincing the captain to give us a little shore leave at Punta Margaritta."
Billy grinned almost as wide as Ted. Finally, some action. Maybe he'd see about scoring a bottle rum and find out if Delia was up for a little celebration.
[Open for texts, e-mails, or phone calls. Or, what the hell, any unexpected guests via portal.]
