Most everyone spoke of how much his dad loved him ...there was no doubt, as he had everything anyone could ever ask for.
Onithe did not like the change much. So much time was invested with being busy ...that everyone who surrounded her was busy being busy. It seemed almost like an obsession ...never feeling satisfied with anything less. But, she viewed it as less time with each other.
Their son, Keith, on the other hand ...seemed to be taking her efforts of kindness more and more for granted. Keith was becoming more and more like his dad ...and with riches, rudeness became the new friendliness. Most of the elite were fond of each other, bringing each other much laughter and entertainment. If anyone didn't laugh along ...they were told they just needed to loosen up a bit. And they'd raise their bottle in the air.
Everyone joked so much, you seldom knew when anyone was serious, which they seldom were, yet it didn't matter ...what benefit did seriousness bring anyway!
Well, everyone joked, it seemed, except Onithe. She knew what life was like before her husband amassed all their wealth ...with everything being rather simple, predictable, and safe. They called her silly, laughing at her ridiculous logic ...after all, what provided more comfort and protection than money?
Yet, just the same, she figured if her husband stole that huge bounty to get rich ...what was to prevent someone else from becoming rich by stealing from them?
She tried not to let their subtle mocking bother her ...and it wasn't so much that it did, she was mostly bothered by what she was seeing her son become. There were times she kind of wished someone would steal their riches ...so they could return to living the way they had in the past.
Onithe often let her imagination take off where it would ...and at this time she pondered whether it was best to have very little, like was the case with her husband and together with their meager beginnings. Or was it preferable to experience tremendous wealth like their son was born with ...with the probability of possibly losing it one day?
After pondering it a bit, she concluded that both scenarios were not without its troubles ...much depending on what a person wants most out of life. It's of great value to be considered 'experienced at sea', yet not always so good to experience the rough edges of character that often go with it.
Overcome with sadness, she reflects on how she now views Heath compared to when she first married him ...a man of great character, and now becoming a new man, one she barely knew.
Yes, experience seems to build a man ...and it seems equally ready to destroy a man.
It has a lot to do with the depth of character of the person ...though experience also often travels to great depths to change a person, the greater challenge being a person of previous great character.
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She could not sleep ...though the fresh night air felt good coming through the open window. It provided a bit of a chill, but she likes it that way ...she likes to snuggle with her husband, on the nights he is there. Suddenly, she realizes he is no longer there.
The night is so clear, and she can clearly hear her husband talking on the porch to someone. She is sure it is the voice of Heath's first mate ...pirate mate, that is. He tells Heath that their hostage is not yet willing to talk.
Heath is agitated, "Stubborn fool, still holding out!! And he still says he will only tell us where the other treasure is ...when he feels we are ready to hear it?"
The first mate laughs, "I keep telling him we are ready to hear it ...and we will release him when he feels he's ready to see his family again."
Heath is apparently not in a laughing mood, "Yes, after he tells us where the other treasure is we'll release him ...to the crocodiles."
Onithe did not like the change much. So much time was invested with being busy ...that everyone who surrounded her was busy being busy. It seemed almost like an obsession ...never feeling satisfied with anything less. But, she viewed it as less time with each other.
Their son, Keith, on the other hand ...seemed to be taking her efforts of kindness more and more for granted. Keith was becoming more and more like his dad ...and with riches, rudeness became the new friendliness. Most of the elite were fond of each other, bringing each other much laughter and entertainment. If anyone didn't laugh along ...they were told they just needed to loosen up a bit. And they'd raise their bottle in the air.
Everyone joked so much, you seldom knew when anyone was serious, which they seldom were, yet it didn't matter ...what benefit did seriousness bring anyway!
Well, everyone joked, it seemed, except Onithe. She knew what life was like before her husband amassed all their wealth ...with everything being rather simple, predictable, and safe. They called her silly, laughing at her ridiculous logic ...after all, what provided more comfort and protection than money?
Yet, just the same, she figured if her husband stole that huge bounty to get rich ...what was to prevent someone else from becoming rich by stealing from them?
She tried not to let their subtle mocking bother her ...and it wasn't so much that it did, she was mostly bothered by what she was seeing her son become. There were times she kind of wished someone would steal their riches ...so they could return to living the way they had in the past.
Onithe often let her imagination take off where it would ...and at this time she pondered whether it was best to have very little, like was the case with her husband and together with their meager beginnings. Or was it preferable to experience tremendous wealth like their son was born with ...with the probability of possibly losing it one day?
After pondering it a bit, she concluded that both scenarios were not without its troubles ...much depending on what a person wants most out of life. It's of great value to be considered 'experienced at sea', yet not always so good to experience the rough edges of character that often go with it.
Overcome with sadness, she reflects on how she now views Heath compared to when she first married him ...a man of great character, and now becoming a new man, one she barely knew.
Yes, experience seems to build a man ...and it seems equally ready to destroy a man.
It has a lot to do with the depth of character of the person ...though experience also often travels to great depths to change a person, the greater challenge being a person of previous great character.
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She could not sleep ...though the fresh night air felt good coming through the open window. It provided a bit of a chill, but she likes it that way ...she likes to snuggle with her husband, on the nights he is there. Suddenly, she realizes he is no longer there.
The night is so clear, and she can clearly hear her husband talking on the porch to someone. She is sure it is the voice of Heath's first mate ...pirate mate, that is. He tells Heath that their hostage is not yet willing to talk.
Heath is agitated, "Stubborn fool, still holding out!! And he still says he will only tell us where the other treasure is ...when he feels we are ready to hear it?"
The first mate laughs, "I keep telling him we are ready to hear it ...and we will release him when he feels he's ready to see his family again."
Heath is apparently not in a laughing mood, "Yes, after he tells us where the other treasure is we'll release him ...to the crocodiles."
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