Posted in Posted by Lemony Snicket

Aloha, Hola, Bonjour, Salve, hi, and all that! I am finally posting part of my story. *says under her breath* Even though it doesn't have a title yet....=/ ANYWHO, here it is, hope you like the beginning of it, and constructive comments are wanted!

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     Tristan stood at the edge of the ship, and stared out at the dark, endless, grey, icy waters. He thought the chunks of ice floating in the sea looked as though they were big enough to bring a ship of any size down, but the captain assured Tristan that he had sailed though worse waters, and said that those pieces of ice were like miniscule ice cubes compared to the icebergs he had seen.

     This dull scenery would have brought spirits down greatly, if he had any happiness in him at that moment. Why exactly were they doing this again; leaving their home, and their parents, with only enough money to last them a month, and heading towards a place that they had never heard of, let alone been to? Trying to remember that was like trying to recall a dream you had, and told yourself while you were dreaming that you would remember that dream, but didn’t as soon as you woke up.

      But finally, Tristan did remember. He remembered why they were leaving without their parents, why they were leaving at all.

     It was the night his parents called a family meeting that he recalled. The fireplace lit up, glowing and warm, father and mother sitting on one couch, the older children on the other, and the younger ones on the floor.

     “Your mother and I have something very important to tell you,” Father had said, “and it involves all of us. You all know that things are going quite slowly where I work; not much is being built, no one really needs any new buildings. Well, because of this, I am not making any amount of money that could fit our needs. But the little money that I am making is not enough to support us; there isn’t enough for food, electricity, and certainly not enough to pay for the house.

     “Well, I have been searching for a job, and I, luckily, have found one, but it is very, very far away from where we live now. We would have to take a ship to get there. But, there is another setback. We have so little money, that we don’t have enough to send all of us there at once. You eight will have to go before us. It isn’t what we wanted; to send you all away without us, but there is no other choice. We will give you enough money to last the month, which should be more than enough time before we arrive there.

     “Darren, Tristan, Abigail, you must take care of the younger ones while you are over there. Your mother and I trust that you can look after them. You will be leaving in a week.”

     At this point he stopped. Mother, Jana, Eleanor, and Abigail had tears in their eyes, and Peter and William looked as if they were about to. Darren and Tristan, being the oldest, did not cry, they couldn’t cry, they had to be strong; strong for their siblings, strong for their parents, strong for themselves.

     Tristan remembered how hard it was for him to get through that horrible week. Knowing they were leaving truly pained his heart. Packing all of their belonging to go just increased his heartache. But he knew he couldn’t cry, he needed to show his parents he could handle this, and he didn’t want Darren think of him as a child. Also, his younger siblings to look up to him, and didn’t think they would look up to him anymore if he showed any sign of sadness. So, no matter how much he wanted to burst out into tears, he didn’t, he wouldn’t, but oh, how he desired to.

     He then remembered the day they said goodbye to their parents. He and his siblings boarded the ship, some crying, the others comforting. The memory was so foggy to him, as though it had happened years and years ago, and he was thankful that it was like a dream to him.

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Well, that's all for now!

Blessings,

 Snicket