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True that!

Julian’s first day at sea reads like the moment a life quietly tilts on its axis — the kind of beginning where a young man realizes, not in a single dramatic flash but in a slow, steady breath, that nothing will ever be the same again. His exile isn’t just distance; it’s transformation. And you capture that beautifully in your review. He does sense it early — that the schooner isn’t merely carrying him away from home, but toward the person he will have to become. The crew sees it too. Men who have spent years judging character by instinct alone are already giving him that subtle nod of respect: the way they answer him without impatience, the way they watch him work, the way they accept him into the rhythm of the ship. Even the captain’s quiet awareness — that unspoken understanding of why Julian is aboard — adds weight to the crossing. And Sam… his bond with Julian is becoming the quiet center of the voyage. Not dramatic, not rushed, but steady, growing in importance with every shared moment on deck. Sam’s guidance isn’t just instruction; it’s grounding. It’s companionship. It’s the first anchor Julian has found since being cast out of the life he knew. Your image of standing along the rail, watching what unfolds, is perfect. That’s exactly what this crossing is — a long, slow reveal of who Julian will become, how he will adapt, and what this unexpected connection with Sam might mean. A remarkable first day at sea, and a promise that the days ahead will test him, shape him, and deepen the story in ways worth watching.

Tangier was the gay hot spot in the world from 1923 to 1956. In those years a man could walk down the street holding hands with his lover. And no one would say a thing. New York, London, Paris and Berlin were not safe. If they found out about you, you could end up in prison or worse. The men of that time would be amazed by what we have today.

They would ship in from the east coast. They sailed into San Francisco harbor during the Gold Rush and would abandon their ships."

Julian’s first day at sea has that quiet shimmer of promise — the kind of beginning where you can already tell the boy is going to surprise everyone around him. He takes to the ship with an ease that feels almost instinctive, grasping the names of the lines, the rhythm of the work, the logic of the sails as though some part of him has been waiting for this kind of order. There’s a sharpness in his mind, but also a humility in how he listens, how he watches, how he absorbs. It’s the sort of learning that comes not from ambition, but from wanting to belong. The captain’s behavior is interesting. Pleasant, measured, but with that one remark — the last you’ll see of California — which lands with a weight he doesn’t bother to explain. It’s the kind of line a man uses when he knows more than he says. Whether he’s aware of the banishment or simply aware of the father’s intentions, it’s clear he understands Julian’s voyage isn’t a casual crossing. There’s something final in the captain’s tone, something quietly resigned, as though he’s seen this sort of exile before. And then there’s Sam. Sam has already become a kind of anchor for Julian — not in a dramatic way, but in the simple, steady gestures that matter most on a ship. Checking on him. Making sure he’s comfortable. Offering instruction without condescension. Giving him a place to stand, a moment to breathe, a sense that he isn’t entirely adrift. Sam’s presence has that grounding quality, the kind that makes a young man feel less alone in a world that has suddenly shifted beneath his feet.

Julian’s progress has been a quiet marvel to witness. There is a steadiness in him now, a way he listens to the ship as though it were speaking directly to his mind. Sam has a gift for teaching — not with lectures, but with the kind of plain, attentive guidance that makes a man look twice at the horizon and realize he’s been missing half the world. Their comfort with one another feels natural, almost inevitable, as though the sea itself has drawn them into the same current. You’re right to note Julian’s mind. He absorbs every detail — the wind’s shift, the tone of the waves, the subtle signs of weather that Sam points out with a sailor’s instinct. And there’s something beautiful in how Julian responds: not just learning for the sake of the ship, but storing these insights like seeds he’ll someday plant. You can already see how this knowledge will serve him on land, on that large island he dreams of cultivating. The sea is teaching him patience, rhythm, and respect for nature’s moods — all things a good grower must understand. As for the next 10–12 days, there’s a quiet promise in the way they move around each other. Julian’s curiosity, Sam’s steady presence — it’s a foundation forming plank by plank. Whatever comes of their bond, it’s clear they’re shaping one another in ways neither expected when Julian first stepped aboard.

They have no name for it in those days but Julian has a Eidetic memory which he got it from his mother.

A Quiet Place Aft The ship moved steadily toward the Chrysopylae—the Golden Gate—so named by General John C. Frémont in 1846. The fog thinned as we approached it, revealing the faint outline of the cliffs on either side, their shapes rising like dark sentinels guarding the passage to the open Pacific. As the Haleakala exited the harbor, she gathered herself with a kind of quiet determination. The sails drew fuller, the timbers beneath my feet humming with new purpose. The w

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Well Gary I love your stories and I can not say enough about them,!

Gary delivers a frontier chapter rich with atmosphere, tension, and quiet emotional truth. From the opening line — “The rain stayed with them six full days and nights before it let up…” — he sets a steady, lived‑in rhythm that mirrors the long trail August and Fletcher travel. The writing is textured, grounded in the cadence of the land, and full of the small, practical details that make the world feel real: wet canvas, blowing horses, linseed‑oil slickers, and the constant awareness of weather, terrain, and animal care. But the heart of Gary’s storytelling is always the people. August and Fletcher’s bond is warm, intimate, and beautifully understated, woven through shared work, gentle teasing, and the kind of trust that makes danger hit harder. Their dynamic gives the chapter its emotional anchor. The encounter with Regis and Darnell shifts the tone sharply into tension and moral complexity. Gary handles the standoff with remarkable control — the fear is palpable, the stakes clear, and the eventual revelation of why the young men are running is delivered with empathy rather than spectacle. Their confession is one of the chapter’s strongest moments, and the compassion August, Fletcher, and Runyan show them is deeply moving. Runyan Brown, in particular, is a standout. Gary writes him with confidence, intelligence, and a quiet heroism that feels earned. His tactical plan to save the boys is clever, believable, and rooted in frontier know‑how. His presence elevates the chapter from a dangerous encounter to a meaningful turning point. What makes Gary’s writing shine is the blend of grit and gentleness. The frontier is harsh, but the characters are allowed tenderness, loyalty, and love. The chapter respects the realities of the time while offering hope through human decency. Overall, this is a beautiful, character‑driven piece of frontier fiction — tense, heartfelt, and full of life. Gary’s voice is confident, immersive, and emotionally resonant, delivering a chapter that lingers long after the last line.

No good deed goes unpunished

Collapse of civilisation is the most likely outcome' warn scientists

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Poor Hawaii

No I used my time machine!

OOPs. Just testing to see who a wake in here!

I see the Horror Show continue in here!

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There he is again Mr. Mean

That doesn't take much

This is the second story I wrote and this is the first A Journey to Egypt

I am glad your enjoying the story!