fic: master and commander: Heard the Owl Call
Title: Heard the Owl Call
Rating: G-PG
Prompt: rain; 017. Horror
Summary: Mr. Hollom's fate becomes known. Peter Calamy/Will Blakeney
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
-"Apostrophe to the Ocean", Lord Byron
Peter Calamy awoke with a start, wordless scream still ringing in his ears. He grabbed for his coat and shoes, not bothering to take the time to put them on properly. "Man overboard!" came the faint cry. Williamson and Boyle stirred, and went back to sleep. Peter ignored them and ran. Others who'd heard began to join him as he clambered through the hold, but he barely noticed them over the pounding of his own heart.
He was the first on deck, though others were only moments behind him. He saw a boy leaned over the gunwale, a hat at his feet. "Will?" he asked, stepping forward. Will looked at him, mouth still open, eyes wide and glassy.
"Hollom," he said, and pointed at the water.
Peter unthinkingly reached out, the hesitated, hand in mid-air. He placed it on Will's shoulder, instead. Will turned away from the water and into Peter's shoulder, which was what Peter had really wanted anyway.
Notes: Yeah, midshipmen are love.
I find this piece kind of bleh. It was from one of those must-write-NOW feelings, and I'm not too happy with it. But if you write it, post it, right?
I figure I can stash this under "horror" because, well, it'd be a pretty horrifying experience, wouldn't you think? Disregarding the fact that I couldn't write horror to save my life and I have to write two of them to complete my claim, of course.
I Heard the Owl Call My Name told the story of a young Anglican vicar named Mark Brian with not long to live, who learns about the meaning of life when he is sent to a First Nations parish in British Columbia. The legend is basically that, if you hear an owl say your name, you will die.
Rating: G-PG
Prompt: rain; 017. Horror
Summary: Mr. Hollom's fate becomes known. Peter Calamy/Will Blakeney
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
-"Apostrophe to the Ocean", Lord Byron
Peter Calamy awoke with a start, wordless scream still ringing in his ears. He grabbed for his coat and shoes, not bothering to take the time to put them on properly. "Man overboard!" came the faint cry. Williamson and Boyle stirred, and went back to sleep. Peter ignored them and ran. Others who'd heard began to join him as he clambered through the hold, but he barely noticed them over the pounding of his own heart.
He was the first on deck, though others were only moments behind him. He saw a boy leaned over the gunwale, a hat at his feet. "Will?" he asked, stepping forward. Will looked at him, mouth still open, eyes wide and glassy.
"Hollom," he said, and pointed at the water.
Peter unthinkingly reached out, the hesitated, hand in mid-air. He placed it on Will's shoulder, instead. Will turned away from the water and into Peter's shoulder, which was what Peter had really wanted anyway.
Notes: Yeah, midshipmen are love.
I find this piece kind of bleh. It was from one of those must-write-NOW feelings, and I'm not too happy with it. But if you write it, post it, right?
I figure I can stash this under "horror" because, well, it'd be a pretty horrifying experience, wouldn't you think? Disregarding the fact that I couldn't write horror to save my life and I have to write two of them to complete my claim, of course.
I Heard the Owl Call My Name told the story of a young Anglican vicar named Mark Brian with not long to live, who learns about the meaning of life when he is sent to a First Nations parish in British Columbia. The legend is basically that, if you hear an owl say your name, you will die.