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Much to my surprise, their dad wrote a post too. This blog has been active for 7 years and my husband has contributed exactly once - when he got home from the hospital on the day Clover was born - before phones were computers and every announcement was instant. So, for him to take the time to come up with something to say amid the whirlwind that is his ultra busy schedule qualifies as extra thoughtful, I think.
Not surprising at all, it's about pirates...sort of...
Whomp! He bolted out of sleep. Disoriented, he frantically looked around to get his bearings. The sound of the waves against the hull and the cold, salty air pulled him back to reality. From the crow’s nest he quickly scanned the horizon for ships. How long had he been asleep? A British Man O War could have closed in on them unnoticed. How could he? It was his watch, his responsibility. He put his whole crew in jeopardy with such weakness. After all, wasn’t he supposed to set the example? Peering over the lip of the lookout to the deck below, he scanned his crew to make sure no one saw his failure… Good, all asleep. Only he knows. “Woe to him who sleeps on their watch. Deserving of eternal sleep is he," escapes his lips in a whisper. If one of his mates fell asleep on watch he would never stand for such disregard for the safety of the crew and this ship. He would personally send them to the bottom. Even Davy Jones wouldn’t be able to find them.
Alas, what a dilemma.
Of course he would not walk the plank himself. No one knew. It was just like it never happened. Only it did. He dreaded the day he would be forced to send a mate to the sharks knowing full well his bones should already be soaking at the bottom. What was one more lie to add to a very distinguished career?
In his contemplations, he remembered the treasure. Where was it? He had been asleep far too long. It was gone.
He jumped from the crow’s nest and slid the ratline to the shrouds of the mizzenmast and scampered down the ropes leaping off to land with a thud on the deck below. “Up with yourselves!" shouted the man. The crew sprang up from their rightful slumber. Stumbling from their groggy state, they scurried to attention before their captain.
"Where’s me treasure? It was just with me.” The crew could tell the captain meant business. They saw he was fully armed. In their proper places rested three pistols, a cutlass and his favorite knife. They also knew he had some other nasty tools hid inside of his lavish overcoat. They were not prone to trifle with the captain. That’s why he was the captain after all. Right? That, and he always made the right decisions and led them as a proper captain should, to plenteous plunder, of course. “Again, I say where’s me treasure?" The crew had finally assembled to order. The captain walked back and forth in front of them. Pacing like a lion in a cage at the zoo. So help him, if someone had stolen his treasure he would unleash a wrath beyond measure. The sea could not tempest in comparison. “No patience, have I. Where’s me treasure?"
The seven pirates shifted uneasily before the scrutiny of their captain. As Whitebeard looked at his crew, his anger softened. Surely none of these would have taken his treasure. How could they? The treasure was the pride of them all.
Sure, he could see how they might want it for themselves. So did he. They were pirates after all. The code dictated that the strong can take for themselves whatever they may. Yet his crew and this ship were special. They shared their plunder openly and usually evenly. But now the captain was angry. He wasn’t sure if his anger was because the treasure was gone or that by his weakness the treasure was gone? If he had been strong and done his duty with more care would the treasure still be with them?
The captain snapped back to the moment when the three light skinned pirates drew their swords and ran across the deck in search of the treasure. Shouting and screaming with all kinds of noise looking for the one thing they all desired to have. (These three mates are strong and brave and would battle anyone for the protection of the treasure.) “Have ye checked below capin?" asked the first mate. (She is a witty one, that girl. In good hands they be when the captains gone.)
"Who will be checkin for me?" said the captain. Two buccaneers spoke at the same time, “I will” and “yarrr." (The captain knew who they were, because it was always the same two volunteering first.) Off they ran.
Unable to be patient, the captain sprinted to catch up with the crew. They all searched below in a wild frenzy. It was not in the forecastle or the galley or the hold. The bilge house and the capstan room did not have the treasure either. The captain felt grateful to not be alone in this time of loss and guilt. This crew had been through a lot together. They had followed him into battle and danger and trusted him to keep them safe. For the most part he had performed well. He would be a better captain though. They deserved it.
Despite his own weakness, his insecurities, he could be stronger. He would be a better leader. It would just be easier if he had the treasure. Where was it? “Here I be” came a voice from the stern of the ship. The captain and crew stood in dim light and looked upon the treasure, the jewel of the Kansas main.
Beautiful. Lovely. Priceless.
Everyone was relieved. She was safe. The treasure’s treasure ran over and hugged her. (She was the little one of the crew who brings all of them luck.)
The captain met the eyes of the treasure. In those eyes he saw the truth. He saw that she knew of his failure. He knew that she covered for him. She kept watch while he slept.
As the captain stood dumbfounded in this realization, she winked at him and with a wry smile she yelled, "get ye to your posts you scurvy dogs, there be work needen done."
Monday, March 09, 2015
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Friday, March 06, 2015
BY Tyden J Deutsch
My family rocks! I am going to tell you about my family!
The oldest person is dad. He is really cool. He is making us really cool bedrooms. They each have a desk and wardrobe. And a lot of space. DAD ROCKS!
Mom is next. She takes care of all 7 of us with no breaks. I could not do that! She is very loving and sweet to us. On Saturday mornings she makes blueberry waffles while we watch TV! Mom is always doing things for us. She is really nice.
Next is Jayla. She is 13. She is very crafty. She is also very helpful to mom. On Tuesday nights mom goes to Sam's for groceries and Jayla takes care of us. She gives us lots of ice cream!
Now there is Onyx. He is 11. He is very tough. Onyx likes to collect stuff he has more than 200 Pokemon cards. He is also very smart. He is really good at making friends. He is a great brother!
Next there is meadow. She is 10 or 11. She is very tall. She is also very positive. She is the best jump roper I have ever seen! She is also very helpful. Plus she can get along with almost anyone she meets! She is an awesome sister!
Now there is Flint.He is 9. He shares a room with me. He is really fun to play with. He has the whitest smile ever! He loses a tooth like every day. Flint is really cool!
Stryder is very energetic. He is 8. He can go outside in the snow with no shoes. He loves playing with Onyx. He is also very good at wrestling and fighting. And he loves to do dot to dots.
Clover is the youngest and the cutest. She is 7. During the summer she will wear swimsuits all day. She is kind of bossy. She has a lot of stuffed animals. She also has 2 blankets.She always has at least 1 of them with her.
That is all of my family!!!!!
Unless you count my grandma J.J. She likes to have us over to her house!
Thursday, March 05, 2015
He is making us new bedrooms. Jayla has one with a triangle shaped closet. It also has a little cabinet for her craft stuff. Clover has one with a little bench at the bottom. My bed is taller than both them. All the beds are different. My dad is even making us a window seat. Our built in loft beds are awesome.
He also made Tyden and Flint a room. They have a symmetrical bedroom. They have built in bunk beds. The desks and dressers are on opposite sides of the room.The window is in the middle of the room.
Onyx and Stryder have not gotten a room yet. When they get one it will be the last one he does. All the rooms are going to be awesome!