Pirate Days – What Pegman Saw

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It was a real life pirate ship. Pedro couldn’t believe his eyes.

The group of children sprinted ahead of their parents and on board.

Everything was there, just like the stories. Pedro stood at the helm, letting the ocean breeze ruffle his hair.

“João, take the helm! Ana, you can be first mate!” Pedro’s friends snapped to attention.

“Aye, aye captain!”

João was an expert navigator and sailor.

“There’s a storm on the horizon.” Pedro pointed far out into the calm sea. “We have to get away. We have no choice but to sail into it. Can you do it?”

João squinted into the sunlight, his confidence never faltering. “Aye captain.”

“First mate get the crew ready! We’re sailing into rough seas.”

“Aye captain!” Ana, a shrewd and precise leader, barked orders to the remaining crew, “Batten down the hatches!”

It was a good day to be a pirate.

Word Count: 149

For What Pegman Saw. This weeks location, the Douro Valley of Portugal. I thought about having the conversational pieces of this in Portuguese but I don’t speak Portuguese and I only trust google translate so much. I opted to keep them in English but for fun read below for the google translate version of the conversation. 

“João, pegue o leme! Ana, você pode ser o primeiro companheiro!”

“Aye Aye capitão!”

“Há uma tempestade no horizonte. Temos que nos afastar. Não temos escolha a não ser velejar. Você pode fazer isso?”

“Sim capitão.”

“Primeiro companheiro prepare a tripulação! Estamos navegando em mar agitado.”

“Sim, capitão! Abrace as escotilhas!”

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Oh, Resolute – What Pegman Saw

“Welcome home.” My mom and dad grip me in one of those suffocating familial bear hugs. “Everyone has missed you.”

We trudge through the cold wind, even though it’s summer, with my bags hoisted on our backs.

The old man overseeing the general store waves, welcoming me home.

The twins, who could barely toddle when I left, run through my ankles giggling with their father hot on the trail.

My ex’s teen sister stares from their doorway.

Missing are the old man’s wife and my dad’s best man.

I swear my ex’s sister was practically glued to her best friend …

The same buildings, brimming with the same faces, stand squat against the skyline.

Impatiently I rap my mom’s shoulder, “I thought they were building here?”

“Oh.” With a wave she spreads gossip like butter on hot bread, “I can tell you what’s been new …”

But, oh Resolute, I remember you.

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Word Count: 150

This has been a post for What Pegman Saw, rules here and this weeks location, Resolute NU Canada

Please drop in and follow the little yellow man around the globe.

Everything That Ever Was – What Pegman Saw

There’s something to be said for being an empath in an abandoned city.

It seems everywhere I step is full of energy, an oddity considering no one’s lived here for decades. The air still hangs thick, even on the cool days, it’s electrified. A man once asked me exactly what I saw in this old city.

You see, it’s not the fear. It’s not the energy expelled in those last few precious moments that binds me here. I think there’s something else, something more that leaked beneath the surface that day.

It’s the memories. It’s everything that ever was and everything that never could be. It’s every smell and slight wind blown treasure which was lost that day.

The energy from those moments, those dreams, those regrets ooze from the blades of grass and dying leaves. They hang in the air, waiting to stir.

That’s the energy binding me here.

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Word Count: 150

A write up for What Pegman Saw, rules here and this weeks location, Pripyat, Ukraine.

I did not take this picture from google earth per the rules. It’s from this article.

I may be a little odd. I would kill to visit this location (not literally kill, despite what I write I wouldn’t do that). The pictures coming out of Pripyat have been amazing, the aura that leaks through them is palpable. I’d be terrified the entire time I was there but I would go in a heartbeat.

Love Song – What Pegman Saw

“Greetings from Montevideo!”

I write as neatly as I can across the postcard. I even think about slipping it into an envelope with a few pictures of my own.

A landscape shot here. Maybe the view from my office. It’s just the road but I find myself hoping you’re as curious about my life as I am about yours.

Maybe I’ll even slip in a photo of the twins. They’re six now but you never knew they were born.

I’ve never made it a habit to memorize the faces I make but I know I’m cringing.

Desperation, that’s what this smells like.

I turn the postcard over in my hands, even if I sent it completely anonymous … you’d know my writing from a mile away.

I’m sure it’d reek of wrinkled love poems and tear stained confessions.

It’d just become another love song you sing to another silly girl.

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Word count: 149

Joining back in with What Pegman Saw this week. I haven’t participated in a couple of months I think. Rules are here and this weeks location is Montevideo, Uruguay

 

What Pegman Saw – Survivors Cave

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When I was small my mom took me on adventures, small escapes for our broken lives. Her favorite times were when we found soft chalky rocks.

“You can write with them!” Her smile was so beautiful as she scrawled across the red desert walls.

Small as I was, I bounced along beside her hoping for the chance to write my own manifesto. She laughed though her cheeks glistened in the sunlight.

“Of course, write your own! Then we have to go!”

I was always so proud of my small strange glyphs next to her perfect block lettering. I still remember them so clearly.

H.E.L.P.

It’s a heavy world we carry today, I think Pegman sees it better than any.

I didn’t really understand when he brought me to the cave … Until he pressed a soft chalky rock into my hand and told me it’s where survivors can write their names.


Word Count: 150

This was written for the What Pegman Saw challenge, every week a location is picked and a story is written in 150 words or less. Rules here and this weeks location, The Big Cave, Palo Duro State Park, Texas

What Pegman Saw – Two Lovers

Mdina’s the silent city. Secrets it keeps, formed in corners and alleyways, hidden beneath the streets.

Pegman wanted to see the catacombs I’m sure, the little guy likes hanging out with dusty memories.

He rounded the corner and what did he find?

Two lovers under cover of shadows.

It was clear, he says, they knew one another though obvious enough they weren’t meant to be pinned against that cathedral wall together.

From what he could gather, the little dude could be a spy, it was her honeymoon but not with that guy.

He was some fly by the seat guitar playin’ hippie you see and she was daddy’s little princess, betrothed to a man of his “heavy influencing”.

She visits the old city in the summers now with a child named Paul. They journey the streets and she talks of memories.

But there’s one she won’t say, out loud anyway.

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Word Count: 150

This was written for the What Pegman Saw challenge, every week a location is picked and a story is written in 150 words or less. Rules here and this weeks location, Mdina Malta.

What Pegman Saw – Not Shit

I’ve been all around the world chasing that little guy. Let me tell you a thing or two, the guys got some secrets.

Just wonder, a guy who’s been spotted just about everywhere on god’s green earth? Why else would you hop from continent to continent like that?

Just ask him what went down at the Billinudgel Hotel between that Mr. and his wayward Mrs. Took them forever to clean the place up after … I don’t know what Mr. Pool-boy had been eating but it definitely stained the ceiling. The Mr. remained calm, even had a beer while Mr. Pool-boy’s pieces …

Well, maybe he won’t tell, that makes him an accomplice.

Maybe they pry it from the bastards dying lips so he’s an eye witness.

Either way, come a little closer, I’ll tell you something real.

Pegman didn’t see shit.

And me? It’s my job to keep it that way.

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Word Count: 150

This is my first try at the What Pegman Saw challenge. I’ve seen a few other bloggers I follow participating and it seems interesting. Every week there’s a new place, based on Google street view. This week’s destination is The Billinudgel Hotel, NSW, Australia.

You can find rules here and this weeks destination here.