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There are very few promises that I forget and I would never in my life let one out of my sight that involved getting to see the majesty of aquatic life from the base of the very floor beneath us. Calvin O'Keefe was most definitely going to regret making the offer, because I know more than anything I refuse to let it go.

That's why I've managed to put together a small picnic basket of treats and I've found my way to where he's currently living, a cheerful smile on my face. "Calvin, it's David Webster," I announce, biting down on my lip to prevent all my exuberance from flowing through. "Ready for a seaward adventure?"

Date: 2009-04-08 11:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Hello, yes," Calvin called from inside the hut. The picnic table outside the hut already had a towel and snorkeling equipment set out, set out neatly among Meg's mathematical mess.

He came out rubbing sunscreen onto the back of his neck and offered Webster a smile and the bottle. "No matter how long I'm here, long afternoons on the water and I still burn."

Date: 2009-04-08 11:51 pm (UTC)
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"You and Liebgott could bond. He requires something in the triple digits when it comes to sun protection," I admit and lean against his door while I watch, unable to hide my excitement. "How long do you think we can be out there for today?"

Date: 2009-04-09 12:17 am (UTC)
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"We've got no limits but what dehydration and starvation will put on us," Calvin said as he threw all of his stuff into a bag then also tossed a notebook and pen in. "Fort, you stay here," he told the dog drowsing in the shade under the table.

"You all set?"

Date: 2009-04-09 12:41 am (UTC)
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My relief at the dog staying is slightly palpable, but I don't try and let it show too much. After all, other people like pets. "I'm ready for a day out," I agree. "What sort of boat is it? Propelled by motor?" There is a hint of distaste in my voice seeing as I prefer sails.

Date: 2009-04-09 12:56 am (UTC)
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Calvin caught the tone of dislike in Webster's voice and grinned as he slung his bag over his shoulder. They set off toward the boathouse where his kayak was kept out of the elements.

"That'd scare the fish off, wouldn't it? Nope, just a set of oars and the power of our arms. It's not a big boat, just canoe sized."

Date: 2009-04-09 01:04 am (UTC)
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It might sound gritty and hard, but it's actually music to my ears. I prefer a little hard work over the mechanical power that motors force. "Well, I'm ready for a day's work. Maybe not as deep as I usually go, but ready nonetheless." I hitch up my bag of food and provisions, following his lead. "It's times like this I could use my camera back."

Date: 2009-04-09 02:39 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, she's a shallow water boat, no doubt about that. But a very pretty one."

Calvin grinned and nodded. "Oh, yeah, I'd love one of the new-fangled ones that can show the picture right at once too. What I wouldn't do for a scuba set and a refillable oxygen tank too."

Date: 2009-04-09 09:36 am (UTC)
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"I think at this point, there's a whole list of things we'd all like," I admit with a weary laugh because I shouldn't be complaining after all the mysterious things, and yet, I am. "Scuba sets, new sails, a new fishing set that I don't have to borrow."

Date: 2009-04-09 09:53 pm (UTC)
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"We can, unfortunately, not make everything out of wood and force of will. More's the pity," Calvin said as they reached the boathouse and he opened the door. He handed Webster the double-sided oars then set about trying to pull the transparent boat out.

"Though, I bet we could a fishing set is within the realm of the possible."

Date: 2009-04-09 09:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I shift my bag with only a slight bit of stumbling before I hitch things up and offer an anxious little smile before adjusting and getting ready to get out of the way. "Not the kind I'd want," I admit, catching Calvin's eye. "I like fishing for sharks."

Date: 2009-04-14 11:49 pm (UTC)
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"I didn't realize they were a real foodstuff option," Calvin called then came out a moment later with the ship hoisted, somewhat awkwardly but with practiced ease. "Then again, with some of the things served in the kitchen, I eat it first and ask questions later if at all."

Date: 2009-04-15 02:37 am (UTC)
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"I tend to bring in mostly fish, but the occasional small shark is in my daily hoist," I say with the veiled and tiny hint of pride in my words. "It's not so bad when they're little. It's the big ones you have to worry about."

Date: 2009-04-20 02:03 am (UTC)
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Laughing, he shook his head and they started the short way to the beach. "I think in general it's the bigger ones you have to watch out for.

After a few moments of trekking through the sand hot from the sun. "I'd love to go out with you one day. I'm out on the Dawn Treader a few days every week, but that's not exactly a ship that lends itself to lengthy scientific observation. I don't get out deep very often."

Date: 2009-04-20 02:03 am (UTC)
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"Twenty-something foot sloop," I offer, my voice sing-song and doing my best to be enticing because I really could use the company. "It'd be really great if you did come along as I'm always hurting for company?"

Date: 2009-04-20 02:09 am (UTC)
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"Your fellow's not a big waterman?" Not that Calvin had company terribly often, though Meg came out on the water with him every so often. She'd wear a big floppy hat and dangle her feet in the water and push him into the water once she made sure he wasn't holding a notebook. Those were always the best afternoons and better for being uncommon.

Date: 2009-04-20 11:46 am (UTC)
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"Joe?" I echo with a broad grin on my face. "Joe and the boat. Not unless she's moored and the waves are low. I'd have a better chance getting a wildcat on the thing in open water than I would him, honestly." And that's a little sad.

Date: 2009-04-20 04:57 pm (UTC)
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"As far as fears go, there are worst things to be wary of than the ocean, I guess," Calvin said as they got over to the dock. "It's just this massive world butting up against our own. Like being afraid of space."

Date: 2009-04-21 01:43 am (UTC)
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"Or the open land," I agree, adding to the list of fears that other people hold that I don't think I'll ever understand. I arrange my things, wondering if I can manage them all in the boat. "Okay, so this is your beauty. I'll let you lead her."

Date: 2009-04-21 01:49 am (UTC)
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"Or the inside of an atom," he said easily as he shifted the boat around so it slid carefully into the water.

Calvin let it bob for a few moments until it stilled there, just moving slightly with the waves kissing its sides. He set his duffle in the corner then glanced over at Webster. "Alright, you get on in first. I'll hold the oars."

Date: 2009-04-21 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I shuffle my things and make sure they're not going to obscure the way or anything before I slowly slide into the boat, adjusting so I'll get a clear view. "I really, really wish I had a camera," I voice the yearning again. My sketches are decent, but they take entirely too long.

Date: 2009-04-21 02:03 am (UTC)
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"If wishes were horses," Calvin said distractedly as he carefully got into the boat once Webster was all settled then got the boat one good push off the dock before putting the oar into the water. It was a long-practiced routine by now, always harder when there was another person but worth the effort. "And I think there's an inordinate number of horses on the island already."

Date: 2009-04-21 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I'm half-tempted most days to steal one and take it for a ride," I note with a nostalgic tone. "I used to ride when I was younger and all these animals roaming around is starting to give me really terrible ideas I'm sure are all Liebgott's fault." Well, and Skinny and Grant. I can't neglect them in this.

Date: 2009-04-21 02:09 am (UTC)
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"I am almost positive that anyone's horse you'd steal would hunt you down and skewer on a sword within the space of an afternoon," Calvin pointed out with a grin as he dipped the oar in, first one side than the other, and the clear boat glided out into the water.

Date: 2009-04-21 02:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Let them at me. I have guns," I say in a deadpan way, but I'm very clearly joking when I say the words. "I really don't know what I'm about to do with them." I pause, watching him with the oar. "Do you want my help or should I steer? ...can you steer this thing?"

Date: 2009-04-21 02:15 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, but the people who have horses also have an inordinate number of giant wolves to attack you as a pack," Calvin said with a grin then shook his head. "You can only shoot one at a time."

"No, I've had it for over a year but steering continues to escape me. We're drifting out to sea as we speak."

Date: 2009-04-21 02:19 am (UTC)
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"Well, drift, drift away," I agree, because if worse comes to worse, I can swim back to shore unless a good current gets me. "Just how deep are you comfortable in taking this thing?" Personally, I'd love to see just what's lurking out there, but I'm not alone today.

Date: 2009-04-21 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Calvin grinned and let the boat drift for a few moments. He knew how to steer very well after months of trial and error, but no use going unless they knew where they were going.

"I can go out a bit of the ways past the reef, but much further than and I just get tugged along by the currents back to shore." He paused thoughtfully. "Though I bet if we got a rope and tied it up as a decent tug we could get the best of both worlds."

Date: 2009-04-21 11:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I could fashion an anchor the next time," I offer, seeing as I do that enough on my sloop that I could definitely manage with a small size ship. "But the reef ought to produce a great deal of aquatic life for us to study, even if it's smaller game than what I'd like." But it'd work.

Date: 2009-04-22 01:53 am (UTC)
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"Hasn't anyone ever told you that size is a construct?" Calvin asked as he dipped the oar into the water and pushed off on the right. The reef wasn't exactly close to shore, but it wasn't hardly far either. Everything was close together here. "Macro, micro, nano, giga, all our suffixes are just attempts to describe the universe so it'll make sense from our limited perspective. Delightfully useless endeavor."

Date: 2009-04-22 02:30 am (UTC)
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"The opposite of that, of course, is just imagining that you're a little mite of a speck of an increment of dust," I say, each word over-enunciated to highlight the insignificance. "And then it doesn't matter what suffix you put on it. We're all still worthless."

Date: 2009-04-22 02:35 am (UTC)
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"We are absolutely and completely tiny in the dust swirl that is the universe," Calvin agreed. He turned his face up to the sun. "We are the quarks in the electrons in the atoms of the molecules that make up a single mote of dust. But we are never nothing and we are never worthless. We are tiny flashes of light against the dark, and that. Is. Everything."

Date: 2009-04-22 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You're so very uplifting," I deadpan, as though I don't spend my days writing about death and contemplating my own. I arch a brow as I smirk at him. "You should give talks to help people off the ledge. I'm sure you could do some good."

Date: 2009-04-22 02:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You don't find it comforting?" He glanced over at Webster, almost appallingly earnest. That Calvin O'Keefe had always been a dreamer. "That we matter in the grand scheme of things just as much as the tiniest polyp in the reef or the greatest star in the sky or the grandest singular cherubim? That everything in the whole universe is part of this great wheeling, ridiculously complicated song where math and physics and music and biology combine to make this strange and perfect dance?"

Date: 2009-04-22 10:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I like to think that my life has some consequence," I admit. "Beyond playing a part in a wheel. That if I were suddenly taken out of the world, someone would actually suffer for the loss of my presence. I like to think that."

Date: 2009-04-22 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"I think that is absolutely true," Calvin said and thought of Charles Wallace. Dear, sweet Charles who was just this one kid but important to the whole galaxy, somehow vital. "There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow and all that. If it sounds otherwise then I'm just not telling it well enough."

Date: 2009-04-22 07:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"You're doing it fairly poetically," I manage, because there is the faintest amount of bemusement in my observation of him. "I guess I come from a place that doesn't really respect that each person is worth something. Attrition is pretty much contradictory of that and ..well, it was a war."


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