The sea pours endlessly, bean green over blue. Must go down to the sea again. Pieces of eight, pieces of eight, and a stately Spanish galleon to prize.
In truth, I don’t walk with a seaman’s roll, nor stump on a peg leg. My hair is mousy brown and my eyes a watery blue, but dear Jeanie finds me comely enough.
Dreams diverge ever from the map, and I rage against the dying of the light. Yet, when the lobster pots are mended, I can only trudge out once more on the Spanish main.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
Neil MacDonald Author 
Dear Neil,
He has his dreams and Jeanie. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank so much, Rochelle
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There are so many layers in these few words. Well done, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Violet
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I agree with Rochelle; he has his dreams and Jeanie. Although the trudge with the lobster pots must seem endless!
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Thanks so much, Clare
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Good story… The pic made me think of what the beaches must have looked like after a hurricane storm surge.
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Thanks so much, Bear
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I loved “bean green over blue,” among other descriptive phrases in this little gem.
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That came from Sylvia Plath
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Beautifully written, Neil. I imagine he often escapes to pirate adventures. I’m glad he has someone to love and who loves him.
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Thanks so much, Jade
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You’re welcome.
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Dreams of wild pirate days, haunting his sleep and feeding his regrets of a different life. A metaphor for all our lives. He still has his lobster pots and Jeanie.
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Regrets? I’m not so sure, deep down
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I love ‘bean green over blue’ so perfect a description. This piece has a nice tone to it. I could read more of this character’s day and enjoy it.
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Thanks so much, Clare
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Lovely use of language. Congratulations, buccaneer!!
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Thanks so much, Denarii
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This is a beautiful write, Neil. He seems to be rather content with his lot in life.
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Thanks so much, Dale. He thinks he’s not content, but really he is
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That’s what I’m thinking. He’ll realise it on his deathbed, maybe 🙂
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lobsters aside, what a lucky man to have somebody like jeane on his side.
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She is his real wealth
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To toil on the ocean to support his love. An honest living. I sometimes wish for the ocean amidst the sea of concrete buildings and cubicles.
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There is a romance in it, yes
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Wonderful write, as always, Neil.
This fellow needs to hold fast to Jeanie!
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Thanks so much, Nancy. He’s not sure of much, but of Jeanie he’s dead sure
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This is a great little character portrait. I get a feel for his day-to-day life.
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Thanks so much.
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Jeanie finds him comely, what more could he wish for!
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Exactly, says it all
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Sweet story.
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Thanks so much, Dawn
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Ah, the romance of life on the seas. I foresee a Viking funeral for you.
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Thanks so much, Patrick
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Oh this is lovely. Keep dreaming. Tough life but it seems like he’s focused.
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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