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== Biography== | == Biography== | ||
| − | + | Along the rugged New England coastline a young boy first saw the grey expanse of the seas. The cry of the gulls filled his ears and the tang of salt in the air stirred within a previously unnamed desire. Seconds stretched on ‘til they seemed as hours as he stood hypnotized by the unending motion and kalaidescopic play of blue, green, gold and white along the surface. Picking his way through the rounded stones he came to a small tidal pool sheltered by rising jagged cliffs stained with white streaks from the nesting of untold generations of sea birds. Lying on an outcropping and staring into the water he was mesmerized by the comings and goings of small fish and crustaceans, mollusks and other invertebrates he could not put a name to. Quick handed, he reached in and snagged out a crab, proudly running back down the beach, mindless of the spikes and claws, to present it to his father. “We’ll add that to the pot” he heard through ears still filled with the steady sound of the waves and wind. | |
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| − | + | As the sun set behind the mountains to the West, its last rays stretching and bending beyond the horizon he sat by the embers of a fire, a small pile of quohog and crab shells piled in the sand to his side, remnants of the meal whose prized course was a crab recently prized from waters by eager hands. Feeling again that still undefined need to travel, he rose and wandered again down the beach, examining in the gloaming the newly exposed rocks and detritus exposed by the retreating tide. Spying a glimmer among the rocks and sand, those curious hands again reached down. With a small sucking sound, up came a bottle from the sand perhaps a bit larger than his hand and was quickly rinsed clean in the waters. Its top third was pitted and smooth, turned milky from untold years of exposure and erosion, the bottom portion still clear and smooth as the day it was made, tiny air bubbles trapped within the glass. Again a treasure was presented to his father, who explained that long ago someone had carried within it a medicine. How it came to be cast to the water could never be known, it was possible that it was dropped as someone carried it along the beach or that somewhere out along the Grand Banks, or possibly even further away, a ship could have been lost to the sea and this small bottle, still with remnants of a cap, could have floated for years until washing upon the shore. The magic of the sea took an even deeper root in the boys heart and grew, spreading dreams of waves and medicine and food wrestled from the waters through him, where they live today. | |
Latest revision as of 10:06, 5 September 2012
| Name: | Kagi Mamoru |
| Location: | The Koumori |
| Rank: | Bosun |
| Guilds: | Cook's Guild - Head Cheese |
| Step Name: | My Little Gummy Bear |
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Biography
Along the rugged New England coastline a young boy first saw the grey expanse of the seas. The cry of the gulls filled his ears and the tang of salt in the air stirred within a previously unnamed desire. Seconds stretched on ‘til they seemed as hours as he stood hypnotized by the unending motion and kalaidescopic play of blue, green, gold and white along the surface. Picking his way through the rounded stones he came to a small tidal pool sheltered by rising jagged cliffs stained with white streaks from the nesting of untold generations of sea birds. Lying on an outcropping and staring into the water he was mesmerized by the comings and goings of small fish and crustaceans, mollusks and other invertebrates he could not put a name to. Quick handed, he reached in and snagged out a crab, proudly running back down the beach, mindless of the spikes and claws, to present it to his father. “We’ll add that to the pot” he heard through ears still filled with the steady sound of the waves and wind.
As the sun set behind the mountains to the West, its last rays stretching and bending beyond the horizon he sat by the embers of a fire, a small pile of quohog and crab shells piled in the sand to his side, remnants of the meal whose prized course was a crab recently prized from waters by eager hands. Feeling again that still undefined need to travel, he rose and wandered again down the beach, examining in the gloaming the newly exposed rocks and detritus exposed by the retreating tide. Spying a glimmer among the rocks and sand, those curious hands again reached down. With a small sucking sound, up came a bottle from the sand perhaps a bit larger than his hand and was quickly rinsed clean in the waters. Its top third was pitted and smooth, turned milky from untold years of exposure and erosion, the bottom portion still clear and smooth as the day it was made, tiny air bubbles trapped within the glass. Again a treasure was presented to his father, who explained that long ago someone had carried within it a medicine. How it came to be cast to the water could never be known, it was possible that it was dropped as someone carried it along the beach or that somewhere out along the Grand Banks, or possibly even further away, a ship could have been lost to the sea and this small bottle, still with remnants of a cap, could have floated for years until washing upon the shore. The magic of the sea took an even deeper root in the boys heart and grew, spreading dreams of waves and medicine and food wrestled from the waters through him, where they live today.
