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witticasterTurns out we were not writing the exact same thing, but it was a close call there for a moment.
It was decided that Martha and George should be allowed to see their fathers off, so to speak, and so Will and Tharkay sailed off on their honeymoon to shouts of, "Goodbye, Daddy! Goodbye, Tharkay!" Will watched the twins when he could, in between adjusting the sails as needed in the twilight to ensure a proper departure. The children were bouncing up and down, waving their arms wildly, and had Jane and Emily not been there to keep their grips on them, he might have worried for their safety; they were rather too excited to be trusted not to somehow fall off the docks and into the water.
It was not long before their forms had melted into the gloaming, and all that was left to look at were the lights on the harbour, and the open ocean ahead. He had thought originally to travel along the coastline, but the rare opportunity to spend a week with Tharkay and a horizon made only of sea and sky was too much a temptation to resist.
"Tharkay, could you--" Will began to ask, but, seeing the man in question, set his request aside. He joined Tharkay at the rail and set an arm across his hunched shoulders. "Tharkay, are you all right?"
The retching noise, and the sight of Tharkay's lunch, now floating on the surface of the ocean (and, quite likely, splattered on the side of the boat a bit, though Will did not care to inspect at that moment), was all the answer necessary.
It was decided that Martha and George should be allowed to see their fathers off, so to speak, and so Will and Tharkay sailed off on their honeymoon to shouts of, "Goodbye, Daddy! Goodbye, Tharkay!" Will watched the twins when he could, in between adjusting the sails as needed in the twilight to ensure a proper departure. The children were bouncing up and down, waving their arms wildly, and had Jane and Emily not been there to keep their grips on them, he might have worried for their safety; they were rather too excited to be trusted not to somehow fall off the docks and into the water.
It was not long before their forms had melted into the gloaming, and all that was left to look at were the lights on the harbour, and the open ocean ahead. He had thought originally to travel along the coastline, but the rare opportunity to spend a week with Tharkay and a horizon made only of sea and sky was too much a temptation to resist.
"Tharkay, could you--" Will began to ask, but, seeing the man in question, set his request aside. He joined Tharkay at the rail and set an arm across his hunched shoulders. "Tharkay, are you all right?"
The retching noise, and the sight of Tharkay's lunch, now floating on the surface of the ocean (and, quite likely, splattered on the side of the boat a bit, though Will did not care to inspect at that moment), was all the answer necessary.
