Death Of A Clown
Day 274:
“Hold your fire! I have done nothing at all or anything different to what you all might once have done” - Said the captain to his rebelling crew as they tried to have him executed. -“I see no purpose in being the one making the rules here anymore. but let us all be fair this one time, who has then been to where I have, must now stand forward and speak out, because to whomever they may be companions here, their truth must come out of its disguise. If any man is to stand firm and in denial on his own feet, he shall not be sailing here with me or any of you and henceforth I shall not be the last to be judged alone”
The crew remained uncertain about the captain’s words, unable to decide on granting fairness or employing ruthlessness or even to provide him with an answer. His old pals were not there to interfere in this situation or intercede on the captain’s behalf. Charles had died more ten stories ago and Leonard remained a thousand kisses deep. His crew knew very little about him, perhaps due to his own fault after all. In sight of the late events that unfolded mistily and to the extend of his secretive persona, doubt filled the heart of every sailor. This was not the average predicament for the captain.
-“See the pleasure in my smile. I’m not going to change my ways, even if this is as far as you would let me drift” – Continued the captain.
Ever since the captain had trusted one of his dearest secrets to someone he thought and considered a confident, an atmosphere of ignominy was perceived by the captain on every face he addressed. Was his disclosure a sin? Or hadn’t the other sailors had equal truths like this? Where they buried profoundly away in their memories, in a place so dark where they were almost forgotten? Did some of them laundered their own histories and the past the left behind?
Earlier during the present year, the captain decided it was time to turn the ship around. The sailors remained obliged to follow on his orders until they started relating the new itinerary with the mail he was carrying around. He was not going to go on a quest for treasures anymore. Unlikeliest as they would have ever imagined, he simply wanted to deliver mail from complete anonymous to strangers, letters of hope from the sane to the broken-hearted, colourful memories to the blind of thought, and maybe some directions for himself. This of course, disappointed all sailors to the point they brought him down to where he was standing right then.
He was drawn out of his cabin as his hand was firmly held on the feather that was adding the last lines to these words: Never stop to wonder why it takes so long to admit, but I’ll be the rain and I as such, will follow you down, to where the grass grows greener and to where no one shall ever point their finger at you or anyone you know in your heart. To where the ocean will kiss the sand and steal its secrets for you to keep. To a mountain high enough, where the moon will share a palace with the sun, no one will ask you or anyone, to remember the wrong you have not done. When they have been there, they will know it from their tears running lost among raindrops as their guilty heads fall and roll down the hill. If they get to you, they’ll get to me. Don’t let them dare to fade our colours away.
It was past midnight and the whole crew had gathered around on the deck, no one talked, and the ones who wanted to, could not. Beyond the dying candlelight and the autumn winds lied the night burnt and the contemplating eyes of the captain were distantly set on it.
-“If you are still hesitant, I hope you make up your mind as per your wish and execute me soon, be brave to let that silver sing, because I may need some redemption and after this, so will you”
Someone had to shut him up and with no remorse the captain was fired at. The clock struck one-fifteen.
“Hold your fire! I have done nothing at all or anything different to what you all might once have done” - Said the captain to his rebelling crew as they tried to have him executed. -“I see no purpose in being the one making the rules here anymore. but let us all be fair this one time, who has then been to where I have, must now stand forward and speak out, because to whomever they may be companions here, their truth must come out of its disguise. If any man is to stand firm and in denial on his own feet, he shall not be sailing here with me or any of you and henceforth I shall not be the last to be judged alone”
The crew remained uncertain about the captain’s words, unable to decide on granting fairness or employing ruthlessness or even to provide him with an answer. His old pals were not there to interfere in this situation or intercede on the captain’s behalf. Charles had died more ten stories ago and Leonard remained a thousand kisses deep. His crew knew very little about him, perhaps due to his own fault after all. In sight of the late events that unfolded mistily and to the extend of his secretive persona, doubt filled the heart of every sailor. This was not the average predicament for the captain.
-“See the pleasure in my smile. I’m not going to change my ways, even if this is as far as you would let me drift” – Continued the captain.
Ever since the captain had trusted one of his dearest secrets to someone he thought and considered a confident, an atmosphere of ignominy was perceived by the captain on every face he addressed. Was his disclosure a sin? Or hadn’t the other sailors had equal truths like this? Where they buried profoundly away in their memories, in a place so dark where they were almost forgotten? Did some of them laundered their own histories and the past the left behind?
Earlier during the present year, the captain decided it was time to turn the ship around. The sailors remained obliged to follow on his orders until they started relating the new itinerary with the mail he was carrying around. He was not going to go on a quest for treasures anymore. Unlikeliest as they would have ever imagined, he simply wanted to deliver mail from complete anonymous to strangers, letters of hope from the sane to the broken-hearted, colourful memories to the blind of thought, and maybe some directions for himself. This of course, disappointed all sailors to the point they brought him down to where he was standing right then.
He was drawn out of his cabin as his hand was firmly held on the feather that was adding the last lines to these words: Never stop to wonder why it takes so long to admit, but I’ll be the rain and I as such, will follow you down, to where the grass grows greener and to where no one shall ever point their finger at you or anyone you know in your heart. To where the ocean will kiss the sand and steal its secrets for you to keep. To a mountain high enough, where the moon will share a palace with the sun, no one will ask you or anyone, to remember the wrong you have not done. When they have been there, they will know it from their tears running lost among raindrops as their guilty heads fall and roll down the hill. If they get to you, they’ll get to me. Don’t let them dare to fade our colours away.
It was past midnight and the whole crew had gathered around on the deck, no one talked, and the ones who wanted to, could not. Beyond the dying candlelight and the autumn winds lied the night burnt and the contemplating eyes of the captain were distantly set on it.
-“If you are still hesitant, I hope you make up your mind as per your wish and execute me soon, be brave to let that silver sing, because I may need some redemption and after this, so will you”
Someone had to shut him up and with no remorse the captain was fired at. The clock struck one-fifteen.
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