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mute_clayIt’s the ocean. The Sea.
He’s never seen it before.
Has always imagined it to be like the lake.
Just bigger.
He hadn’t thought it would be like this.
There are people about, noises, smells, but all he can hear is the sound of the waves, the heart of the great water beating against the shore. The pier. It is all he can smell – no – all he can taste.
The lake was like a looking glass hidden in the heart of the forest, but this –
This is like the woods themselves. Beautiful, and dark, and terrifying. Calling, just like the forest could, but with rhythmic sounds instead of whispering trees.
A drum instead of a flute.
And yet, so alike.
He’d been elated when Orlando had taken him to the state park, but there had been paths, and people. And picnic tables. This is more like it.
This is wildness.
Ancient and untameable.
Clay’s aware that he probably looks like a moron standing there. But it doesn’t matter. How can anything matter when the world is wild and beautiful?
He walks closer.
He’s never seen it before.
Has always imagined it to be like the lake.
Just bigger.
He hadn’t thought it would be like this.
There are people about, noises, smells, but all he can hear is the sound of the waves, the heart of the great water beating against the shore. The pier. It is all he can smell – no – all he can taste.
The lake was like a looking glass hidden in the heart of the forest, but this –
This is like the woods themselves. Beautiful, and dark, and terrifying. Calling, just like the forest could, but with rhythmic sounds instead of whispering trees.
A drum instead of a flute.
And yet, so alike.
He’d been elated when Orlando had taken him to the state park, but there had been paths, and people. And picnic tables. This is more like it.
This is wildness.
Ancient and untameable.
Clay’s aware that he probably looks like a moron standing there. But it doesn’t matter. How can anything matter when the world is wild and beautiful?
He walks closer.
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Date: 2004-02-13 09:39 pm (UTC)"You mean do I work? Or do I know of work?" He smiles and touches Clay's arm. "Or neither of those?"
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Date: 2004-02-13 10:57 pm (UTC)I'm a carpenter. What do you do?
He would have guessed military on account of the hair, but Weps seems less - starched - than the other service people he's met.
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Date: 2004-02-13 11:04 pm (UTC)"Sorry - still new to this. I'm a lieutenant in the navy, Clay - on a submarine. I'm the Weapons Officer - that's why I get called Weps - in an emergency its easier to shout than lieutenant - or Peter..."
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Date: 2004-02-14 11:42 am (UTC)The movie had been dull but he'd been able to feel the pressure of the water and steel.
He tries to sign that, getting squished, narrow space, before touching his own chest and shaking his head, clicking his tongue for emphasis and shaking his head.
He really needs to get hold of a pad.