Seamus Finnigan (cc_seamus) wrote in charing_cross, @ 2009-02-11 18:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! complete, ! private, * 2003: 02/february, - owl, character: lavender brown, retired character: seamus finnigan |
OWL: To NPC and Lavender Brown
Date: 11 February 2009
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Seamus's editor, and Lavender Brown
Location: Somewhere off the coast of Chile and London
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Seamus writes a couple people to let them know he's not fallen off the ship yet.
Seamus felt groggy when he woke up, and he turned over in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He could feel the ship vibrating and tilting as it moved through the ocean. It was an unpleasant feeling, but luckily one that didn’t seem likely to make him ill. He whimpered slightly as the ship pitched again, not very amused by the wobbliness of everything.
It took him a few moments to fully wake up, and as he did, he realized he’d still not sent word to his editor that he’d made it onto the ship. The paper was supposed to have sent an albatross to the ship so that he could keep correspondence, but he hadn’t yet seen the damned bird.
However, as if on queue, Seamus heard a pecking sound against the glass of his balcony door, and he pulled himself out of bed, pushing the curtains to the side just enough so that he could see what was making the noise. He reached over and slid the door open to let the bird inside, a shiver rushing down his spine as the crashing of the waves grew louder. Quickly closing it again, he made his way back to his bed and grabbed some of the ship’s stationary from his bedside table, quickly writing down a note to his editor.
John-
I’ve made it to the ship. I’ve got a floo point in Punta Arenas set for Monday the 16th. I’ll be coming by the office with the first article at around lunchtime. The ship doesn’t leave the port that day until about 8pm, which is midnight in London, so I can stick around for an hour or so if you need me.
-Seamus
He was about to tie the letter onto the albatross’s leg, but after a moment’s hesitation, he put the paper down on the bed and grabbed up another sheet. There was still one more person who needed to know he’d made it safely. He felt nervous suddenly, but he swallowed the lump in his throat and began writing.
Lav,
I made it the ship fine. I kind of hoped the floo would break down so that I wouldn’t have a way to get here, but we can’t always get what we want, unfortunately.
He grinned, knowing that Lavender knew just how terrified of ships and boats he actually was.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I got here safely. Chile’s beautiful, by the way, made all the more beautiful by me, of course. Haha. Just kidding. Now wipe off that ‘Seamus is an eejit’ look that I know you’ve got on your face.
I’m flooing in on Monday to drop off an article. I was hoping you’d be up for a late lunch. I’d ask Dean, but he’ll be out of town, so I figure you’re the next best thing. Ha. Yeah, yeah, I’m still kidding. You know you’re my favorite person ever. Besides Caitlin and my mum. You rank high up there, though. Third best…which is nice. Mum and Caitlin kind of tie. Then comes you. Then Dean. Then Dad.
I would say my editor but he might think I’m going soft and assign me to another bloody ship. Or worse, a fishing boat in the Gulf of Alaska. I’d be the lucky one to get the ship that capsizes in some mad storm, and then me and all my fellow crewmembers would die as wave after wave pounded down on our poor little heads, which would likely break our necks, fill our lungs with water, and make us hypothermic to the bone all at the same time. Hopefully I’d luck out and get knocked in the head with some large metal pipe on the boat so that I can die before I even hit the sea.
But, you know, all that’s really just a hypothetical situation. I don’t think my editor would ever actually think to send me on a fishing boat in Alaska (but let’s hope he never does because he’d probably think it was brilliant). Hmmm…I should probably have the bird deliver to you first so that John doesn’t mistake your note for his and read all about the Alaskan fishing boats.
And yes, I’m rambling, but I don’t care. You love it. Or maybe you don’t, but that’s not going to stop me from doing it. I’ll stop when I feel it’s time for me to stop.
Lucky for you, that time seems to be now. I figure this’ll take a day or two to get to you, unless by some miracle this bird knows how to fly at the speed of light…When you get this make sure you send word back about lunch as soon as possible so that it’ll get to me before Monday. Use another bird if this one seems too tired. He’ll make his way back to me when he’s ready.
I miss you, and I miss your face. Hope to see you on Monday.
Seamus xxxx
He stared down at the paper, surprised by how much he’d written, but shrugged and tied both letters onto the bird’s leg.
“I want you to deliver Lavender’s first, okay? Then me editor.” He stroked the bird’s feathers, smiling as it gave his finger a gentle nip. “See you later. If you’re tired when you get to London, take a rest, okay? I’m sure Lavender will be glad to have you for a couple days.”
The large bird nipped at him again, and Seamus was quite certain that it had understood every bit of what he’d said. He opened the door to the balcony once more, watching as the bird hopped up to the railing and then took flight.