“Windboat Children”, Part 2

September 2, 2009

(Continuing this! A bit of magic realism for you guys, today.)

“Man, Ginnie, yer glasses look ‘specially dumb today! Hwah!”
“My name isn’t Ginnie, Johnking! It’s just Gin!”
“Oh, look, Ginnie’s complainin’. Ain’t that just the latest news from the lil’ bird’s beak?”

Johnking knows that callin’ me that got under my skin, but he always does that anyways. Thinks he can be a jerk just ’cause his voice is deeper, or somethin’. Of course, then Sinda had to chime in:

“Yeah! Yeah, looks like he’s complainin’… a-GIN! Haw! Haw hah!”

For a girl with such pretty freckles, Sinda can really be a leak in the boat sometimes. Thankfully, then Ralphie hopped on down from the treehouse, waving her knapsack around for a moment before settling on the northern direction. She hollered out real high, jumped clean over everyone else, and started walkin’ fast on down in the direction of the Train Trestle. More of a prance, really, now that I think about it–But, uh, anyway, we all kept on after her. I, ‘course, was behind everyone else, although Sue slowed down a bit to walk with me and talk some. A bit later, me an’ Sue were walking through a bed of big rocks, still behind everyone else. We were talkin’ about Johnking’s big nose when she suddenly burst out,

“Why aren’t you brave, Gin?”
“Uhh… I dunno.” I looked at the back of my hand. “I guess I get all crampy when I see big cliffs or scary monsters or when I’m lookin’ for jackfruit out at night.”
“But why aren’t you brave?”
“Like I said… it’s ’cause I get scared.”
She huffed a little bit. “But that doesn’t mean anything! I mean, it’s one thing if you see somethin’ scary and get scared… that’s normal, right? But… ” She thought for a quick moment. My foot hit a twig and I almost tripped on over. “…Bein’ brave is something inside of a person, isn’t it? It’s not something that changes every time you end up somewhere new.”
“Well, I guess I ain’t got no braveness inside, then. Makes sense.”
“Does it?” She almost tripped here, too, but I caught her by the shoulder before she fell. She continued, “I mean, if you say that, then of course you aren’t gonna think you’re brave, you’ll just never notice you have it!”
“I’m afraid of wild chickens, Sue.”
“Hmph!” She jabbed her pointer finger at my chest, stopping just before it would hurt. “Hmph! Well, I think you can be brave.”
“Oh.” I stumbled over words for a minute, then said, “Oh! Oh, aw, Sue… thanks…”
Sue gave me a big hug without warning. I felt real happy right then, and real glad I had such a great friend like Sue to help me out. Even if I didn’t really think she was right. After some more rock-hopping and a few cliff-climbings later, we all ended up at the lake where the Train Trestle was at. It was real beautiful–it extended real far, but you could still see the shore on the other side if you squinted real hard. I couldn’t remember what the lake was called until Ralphie climbed up a big triangle rock jutting out from the beach and triumphantly yelled,


Ralphie sure liked yelling. Especially on adventures! Johnking told us to find a place to sleep, since the wind wouldn’t blow until the sun rose tomorrow morning. I spotted a little hole in between some roots and started walking towards it when somebody grabbed my shoulder and yanked real hard on it. It was, ‘course, Johnking. He told me that I was gonna help him build a windboat for tomorrow morning, since the Trestle was on the other side of the lake in a cove.

“Let’s get started, Ginnie.”
“Yeah, Johnking, okay.” Sigh.

Johnking unpacked his knapsack, taking out the hardhoney and his handsaw. He told me to go find some branches and a willow leaf wide enough to make for our sail. After a while I found one, though it was on my second try–the first one wasn’t big enough, according to Ralphie. I brought the wood and the big willow leaf on down to the beach. Johnking cracked open the hardhoney’s shell and started smearing it between the branches I had collected.

“You can go on to sleep, Gin. Thanks fer the help.”

That’s one good thing about Johnking: He knew when thanks was in order. That’s why I usually don’t mind helping him out when asked–or demanded. He’s usually a whole lot nicer when I help him out, too. So, I wandered on back down the beach a bit, towards that hole in the root that looked so comfy. I found it–Sinda was fast asleep in it, snoring quietly. I put a willow leaf on her since she looked a little cold, and started looking around for another place to sleep.

After a bit I found a couple of rocks to lay between. I laid my knapsack down on one of the rocks so that the parcel part would be my pillow, pulled a willow leaf over me, and tried to go to sleep. A few owl hoots later, I was out for the night.

(What do you guys think so far? I really like it. [Which is saying something when it comes to me talking about my own writing, haha.])

One Response to ““Windboat Children”, Part 2”

  1. becca said

    will, this is really great. i love reading your writing. keep posting.

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