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Chapter one, COLOR BLIND
There was a storm coming his way. Frank braced him self, feet shoulder width apart, as he stood on the rocking dock. His eyes flicked up to the sky, not a cloud in sight. But he knew it wouldn’t stay like that for long, he could sense it in his bones. He’d like to think of his ability to predict the weather as his Fisherman’s intuition, but the truth was, his arthritis bothered him most just before a change in the air. He rubbed his right knee as he wondered how long he would have to prepare for the oncoming storm.
Even with his disabled leg he stood tall and towered over the boat. He was once a strong young man, but those days were far behind him now. A stray lock of silver hair fell over his grey eyes as he bent over to double-check that his dock lines were tight.
He couldn't risk a loose line-- his boat, the Luna-sea, was his livelihood. Without the money he earned from selling his catch at the local market, they would not be able to afford their home. It was not much, but Frank and Sally Shaw loved their home. They would sit on their rockers and watch the water crash into the Luna-sea, the birds circle the shores looking for food and the odd dolphin dance in the waves. To Frank and Sally their little home was paradise.
After Frank was confident the Luna-sea was not going anywhere, he started the hike up the hill to Sally. As usual she was waiting on their porch for him with a fresh cup of tea in her hands. He could see her small silhouette in the doorway as he came towards her. At one time Sally had been quite the looker. Even with age she was stunning, her once red hair now faded into a lovely peach color and her green eyes still sparkled brightly, reflecting the inner works of her cunning brain.
"Hi sweetheart, how was the day?" she asked as she handed him the warm cup of tea, two sugars and a splash of cream, just how Frank liked it.
"No much today, there’s a storm a' coming though. We should close up all the shutters before we settle in for the night." Frank gave his wife a kiss on her forehead and set down his fishing gear before getting to work on the house.
"Well I’m sure you’ll have no problem bringing in a haul tomorrow. I’ll be upstairs finishing off the laundry if you need me." She smiled at him and he nodded his reply. After being married for so long there was no need for constant words.
Frank and Sally could communicate better through a twinkle of the eye, or a slight movement of a hand. It was a language of love they spoke, perfected through years of life spent together.
Frank dedicatedly set about bunkering down the house, preparing it for the oncoming storm. The wind was already picking up and he could taste the salty breeze blow off the ocean. A loose piece of teal paint from one of the windowsills flapped about in the wind. He sighed as he picked it off, knowing that he’d have to repaint their little home soon. Once he had double-checked that every window was secure, he made his way to his favorite chair and sat down to unwind from a tough day at sea.
The wind was full force now and it was matched with pounding rain and an occasional clash of thunder and lightning. Frank smiled to himself; once again he was right about the weather. He grabbed the remote and turned up the volume on the television so he could hear his favorite cooking program over the creaks and groans of the house as it stood before the scolding wind.
"Frank, get the door! I have my hands full with the laundry,” Sally yelled down the stairs.
|Diya Sonecha||as Aramoana|
|Sigourney Weaver||as Sally|
|Harrison Ford||as Frank|
|Jackson Brundage||as Matty|