The Only Path Between Sea and Sky
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To the right was the ocean, stretching to the horizon.
To the left was sand dunes, as far as he could see.
(The sky, blazing and blue, spread all around without a cloud to relieve the monotony.)
The only thing that could be kept track of, to follow, was the shore line winding its way out in front of him.
He lost track of how long it had been since he arrived here- there really was not any way to keep track of the time aside from the relentless crashing of the waves.
(Wellard glanced behind him, once, to see his footsteps washed away by the water, leaving no trace that he had ever been there. He did not look back again.)
There was not any place to go but forwards.
To the left was sand dunes, as far as he could see.
(The sky, blazing and blue, spread all around without a cloud to relieve the monotony.)
The only thing that could be kept track of, to follow, was the shore line winding its way out in front of him.
He lost track of how long it had been since he arrived here- there really was not any way to keep track of the time aside from the relentless crashing of the waves.
(Wellard glanced behind him, once, to see his footsteps washed away by the water, leaving no trace that he had ever been there. He did not look back again.)
There was not any place to go but forwards.
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Date: 2007-07-05 04:48 am (UTC)There is nothing around him but sea and sand and sky. And there is nothing to hear, save the muffled sound of feet on sand and the harsh rhythm of his own breathing and the never-ending wash of waves against the shore. There is no tide on this beach, either -- at least, there is no low-water mark or high-water mark to suggest that there might be a tide, or might have ever been a tide.
Nothing.
And no one, except himself.
Or so Henry Wellard, formerly a midshipman on the HMS Renown, might think.
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Date: 2007-07-06 03:28 am (UTC)("... Its not hell then, sir?")
There is little here but himself and his thoughts, afterall. And those keep circling around, even as he keeps trudging along the sand.
("Only two things that really matter, son. What a man CAN do, and what a man CAN'T do.")
"If there was anything to do, I would."
His voice fades away on the air, and he resolves not to speak again-
Even if he had before, and had forgotten. Again.
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Date: 2007-07-06 03:38 am (UTC)After a long enough period of time, it would be very easy to become so confused by the difference (is there a difference?) that one would start talking to oneself.
Very easy indeed.
Or perhaps to start imagining that there is someone else to talk to, after all?
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Date: 2007-07-06 04:44 am (UTC)("You get into trouble and you do not ever stop and you keep on getting hurt and you do not do anything about it-")
But there was nothing. Nothing but the sand, sea and line of waves.
Maybe he should have listened to Jack.
("And even if you are prepared to face the consequences of your actions, you have no guarantee that the consequences will be what you expect. No guarantee whatsoever.")
He frowns, hands clenching at his sides-
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Date: 2007-07-06 04:55 am (UTC)"Mr Wellard is sulky."
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Date: 2007-07-06 05:37 am (UTC)... Somehow, as Wellard freezes in his tracks, he hardly thinks that this is the case, this time.
Slowly, he turns around.
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Date: 2007-07-06 05:49 am (UTC)"And I see that Mr Wellard is out of uniform as well. Perhaps Mr Wellard thinks that there is no need for such niceties as proper attire, let alone due deference to his commanding officer?"
James Sawyer, formerly the captain of the HMS Renown, takes a step closer to the young man who was once under his command.
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Date: 2007-07-09 01:03 am (UTC)And has a better idea than most as to what exactly lays beneath.
He cannot help it- he steps back, quickly.
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Date: 2007-07-09 01:15 am (UTC)"Come now, Mr Wellard," he says, in what is apparently meant to be a soothing tone of voice. "As I have told you before, I really have no appetite for midshipmen."
His head tilts a little to one side.
"And we are old friends, you and I."
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Date: 2007-07-09 01:56 am (UTC)He swallows hard, past the lump in his throat, and takes a deep breath.
"You died- you're dead. You cannot be here."
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Date: 2007-07-09 05:36 am (UTC)The thin smile vanishes.
"And I have been waiting for you."
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Date: 2007-07-09 06:03 am (UTC)"How can you have been waiting for me? I'm not even supposed to be here- I've been gone from the Renown for months, years even. You couldn't have been waiting for me, and you cannot-"
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Date: 2007-07-09 12:31 pm (UTC)The sheer monotony of the surrounding landscape does much to confirm his statement. In a place where time seems to have no meaning, where distances are impossible to judge and where the air hangs heavy and still, the difference between one moment and the next is blurred out of all recognition.
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Date: 2007-07-10 03:54 am (UTC)Somewhere, hasn't he? But the air and sea echo with vague emptiness that blurs and pushes aside any possibility of anywhere else. He glances along the horizons quickly, then looks back at Sawyer, face pale.
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Date: 2007-07-10 03:09 pm (UTC)"Well, sir? What excuse am I to hear from you this time?"
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Date: 2007-07-11 02:48 am (UTC)("This is not Hell, Mr Wellard, though it comes perilous close sometimes, others though it is as close to Heaven as I can imagine.")
"... the End of the Universe."
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Date: 2007-07-11 04:13 am (UTC)"The End of the Universe." Sawyer repeats the words slowly.
The expression on his face hasn't changed.
"That is where you have been, Mr Wellard?"
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Date: 2007-07-12 03:18 am (UTC)"Yes, sir."
He takes a deep breath, and looks up at Sawyer.
"The End of the Universe."
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Date: 2007-07-12 05:20 am (UTC)"Under most any other circumstances, Mr Wellard" -- and the soothing tone is back, suddenly -- "I would suggest that you have a touch of the sun. Or is it something else that ails you so?"
Judging by the way he is studying Wellard, taking in the lad's pale skin and anxious expression and apparent inability to form a coherent thought, he knows perfectly well what might be ailing his young midshipman.
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Date: 2007-07-13 12:28 am (UTC)"That's not- that is not the case, sir. It isn't."
It cannot be, not now, not after everything that happened-
Did not it all happen?
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Date: 2007-07-13 02:32 am (UTC)He takes a step forward, and then another, closing the distance between them.
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Date: 2007-07-13 02:49 am (UTC)"-it is not a flight of fancy, sir. You don't know-"
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Date: 2007-07-13 03:00 am (UTC)"Enough of this foolish babbling, Mr Wellard," he snaps, drawing himself up to his height. "I have heard enough nonsense from you. End of the Universe indeed -- did you ride there on a pair of magical sea turtles, perhaps?" Mocking scorn sharpens his tongue. "Accompanied by fairies and mermaids?"
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Date: 2007-07-13 03:33 am (UTC)("What a man CAN do...")
And it explodes out in denial. "No."
"No sea turtles, no fairies or mermaids, even if you would have me believe that all that happened, what I remember is false and just a delusion brought on by the opiates your doctor drugged us both with. Real or fake, Captain Sawyer, there is one thing that remains true-"
He narrows his eyes, looking sharply at Sawyer.
"What I remember and how I am now. And that isn't false, and you cannot take it away from me."
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Date: 2007-07-13 03:47 am (UTC)"So." Almost hissed, as he lets out the tightly-held breath. "That is how it is to be."
A beat of silence, and then a second -- and then something in his gaze cracks, and the rising fury in his eyes is gone as if it had never existed. All is peace, and calmness, and tranquility.
"No matter," he says, with a slight shake of his head. "No matter. Justice shall be served, regardless."
The look he gives Wellard is utterly serene.
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Date: 2007-07-13 04:06 am (UTC)"You and I are both dead, and here- Where ever this place is. What justice is there to be served?"
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Date: 2007-07-13 04:25 am (UTC)Idly, one hand twitches aside the folds of his uniform coat.
"So very little indeed."
And then there is a pistol in his right hand, and that pistol is pointed directly at Wellard.
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Date: 2007-07-13 04:34 am (UTC)("I've dealt with mortal men all my life before here- I know what they can do, enough to never think that mortal means harmless.")
"With respect- you're wrong about what I know, and do not know." He looks back up at Sawyer.
"Go ahead and shoot me if you like- there is no justice in that. No matter what my intentions had been, when I entered the cabin, I didn't kill you."
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Date: 2007-07-13 04:44 am (UTC)The serene look does not leave his face as he turns the pistol around, and holds it out to Wellard.
"Did you think I had forgotten?"
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Date: 2007-07-13 05:01 am (UTC)("Then you'd best use both hands if you want to pull the trigger.")
"That I did go there to kill you?"
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Date: 2007-07-13 05:17 am (UTC)He spreads his hands wide, indicating the expanse of endless sea and sand around them. "But there are no Spaniards here, Mr Wellard. No lieutenants, no surgeons, no one but us. And so now you shall see, as you could not before, what justice truly is."
He never takes his eyes off Wellard, but he stoops, very slowly, until he is almost on one knee on the flat unending sands. One hand reaches down to clench a fistful of sand -- but as he straightens back up and stands, it is not sand that runs through his fingers. It is a length of rope.
Sawyer gives the rope a quick yank, and sand scatters everywhere as the rope jerks up and into his hands.
At one end of the rope is a simple knotted noose.
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Date: 2007-07-13 02:40 pm (UTC)"One choice is in your hands, Mr Wellard," he says calmly. "The other is in mine. One way or the other, we will see justice done."
His gaze is clear and bright -- and terrifyingly sane.
"Article Twenty-Two. If any officer, mariner, soldier or other person in the fleet, shall strike any of his superior officers, or draw, or offer to draw, or lift up any weapon against him, being in the execution of his office, on any pretence whatsoever, every such person being convicted of any such offense, by the sentence of a court martial, shall suffer death...."
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Date: 2007-07-14 04:21 am (UTC)He takes another step back, and raises the pistol to aim it level with Sawyer's eyes.
The air is silent except for the dull roar of the waves and the vast emptiness surrounding them.
Wellard's hand is steady.
"Is that it, then? No one here but you and I, and nothing left but your notion of justice?"
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Date: 2007-07-14 04:50 am (UTC)Even dulled by the oppressive heaviness of the open sky, the roll of the waves bears an echoing resemblance to a drumroll beaten on a hundred thousand drums.
"If any person in the fleet shall conceal any traiterous or mutinous practice or design, being convicted thereof by the sentence of a court martial, he shall suffer death...."
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Date: 2007-07-20 09:37 pm (UTC)The rolling echo of the waves, the tension of the faint drum roll, and the hushed waiting stillness surrounding them both-
"You've little concept of what justice is supposed to be." Softly.
("You just have to make the decision- and it is a very important, difficult one-")
Wellard's finger squeezes the trigger.
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Date: 2007-07-20 10:14 pm (UTC)The blast that follows not a split-second afterwards is anything but.
The shot seems to ring out for an interminable period of time, fragmented echoes sharp and jagged against the now-muted sound of the ocean. The acrid scent of burnt powder lingers even longer in the damp salty air.
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Date: 2007-07-20 10:25 pm (UTC)The pistol is still in Wellard's hand, and a thin coil of smoke drifts upwards from the flash pan. But instead of being aimed at Sawyer's eyes, it is now aimed just slightly wide of the mark.
Sawyer's hands are empty.
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Date: 2007-07-20 11:06 pm (UTC)"Without honor or mercy, justice is nothing." Quietly, dark eyes looking straight at Sawyer. "I didn't kill you then, even when you had my hate- and I won't kill you now."
He takes a deep breath.
"It's not justice."
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Date: 2007-07-21 09:24 pm (UTC)There is nothing in Sawyer's expression to give any hint of his thoughts. He merely gazes at Wellard, as Time seems to stretch --
(the hour is come)
-- and the air shivers, blurring like heat haze on a blistering day in high summer --
(but not the man)
-- and when it clears, Henry Wellard stands alone on the endless shore.