A Surprise Among the Scraps

I spent a little time this afternoon going through old word documents to delete, move, and rename things in order to make my files easier to navigate. More specifically, I scrolled through for files the titles of which gave no helpful clue as to what could possibly be inside, and then took care of those.

I have a lot of those.

Anyway, I found one. It had a story I didn’t remember (aside from one of the names, “Lally”, which I vaguely remember making up). It’s always fun when I find ones like that. I read two scenes, got excited because the writing was fun I didn’t now where it was going, and then discovered it only consisted of two scenes. (*cry*)

I’ve given the scenes below. They’re short and without much context. If you so desire, you may read the following disembodied scenes without any hope of knowing what Past Me intended to do with it (because Past Me didn’t even leave notes, dang it).



Lally grabbed me by the collar and shook me once, his blazing eyes inches from mine. “I’ll never give up on my friends.” 

“Good.” I lifted the satchel for him to see. “Then I haven’t taken Captain Seymour’s treasure for nothing.” 

His eyes widened, with either horror or amazement. I couldn’t tell which. “You’re insane.” 

Oh, he doesn’t want it? I lowered it. “I can give it back.” 

“NO!” He shook me again, giving me whiplash. And then he let me go. “Sorry — no, don’t. We can save them with this, definitely. It’s just…” 

“Perfect, let’s go.”


“MEEESSSAAAA!!!” Captain Seymour ripped the door from its hinges and threw it aside. He stomped in on fur lined boots, his first mate by his side. 

Oh. He’s talking to me. 

The rest of the room fell silent. Not a scabbard clattered or coat rustled.

Seymour didn’t seem to be able to find me so I raised my hand. “Present.” 

Those around me all seemed to choke at once. Odd, as half of them weren’t eating or drinking anything. A thin echo of people questioned my sanity, bid me farewell, and asked my name so they could avoid giving their future sons the same name. 

Seymour stomped up to the table where Lally and I sat. His feathered hat dusted the ceiling 20 feet up.

This man is unreasonably tall. “What can I do for you, sir?” 

More choking. I heard doors and windows squeak open and smack shut. Outside, feet sprinted away on the wet road in every direction. 

A jagged grin crossed Seymour’s bearded face. “You’re a forthright fellow, aren’t ye?” 

“I try to be.” 

“Then you’ll be honest with me.” 

“Of course.” 

“Did you steal my treasure from The Blackwood?” 


His first mate choked.

There must be an illness going around.

“Give it to me,” said Seymour.

“I can’t,” I said. “I destroyed it.” 

His first mate collapsed into a dramatic heap.

I really don’t know what’s going on. I turned to the chair beside me to ask Lally for advice. “Oh. Lally’s gone, too.” 

Seymour’s eyes glowed. “Indeed he is.”

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