NaNoWriMo: The Islands Beyond, Day 12

Day 12

I’m happy to say that today was easier than yesterday. I succeeding in executing a major plot transition with an acceptable level of awkwardness. (The level of awkwardness that can be ironed out in later drafts.) The brothers are now off on a wild goose chase that will result in disappointing misadventures, only to find themselves right back where they started.

I also elaborated more on a fun aspect of the story. It’s taking place in a world that some people from our world end up in when they go missing (especially after ship or plane wrecks). I was able to work in a bunch of characters that are well-known examples of that from our world. Henry Hudson is an example, although I introduced him to the story several chapters ago.

I ended the day at 20,820 words. Here’s an excerpt:

Pete returned with a bowl of oatmeal, an egg, and a cup of milk. The oatmeal was beginning to cool, and so it was a little lumpy, but it was drizzled with honey, so it still tasted good. The egg Ethan hardly tasted at all, because he ate in just two bites. But the milk tasted strange, not like what he was used to back home.

“It’s sheep’s milk,” said Pete. “The cook told me there’s a pasture further up the valley, and they keep a flock of sheep on it. I’ve never had sheep’s milk before.”

“Me neither.” Ethan took another sip. “I don’t think I like it.”

“I didn’t like it at first either, but after the first few sips, it’s not so bad.”

Ethan shoveled the rest of the oatmeal into his mouth and slugged the milk so that he wouldn’t have to taste it. He slammed the empty mug onto the table and stood.

“Come on, let’s go out to the boat. We need to find Dad. Who knows how long it will take us to reach the mining town that Tapper guy was talking about?”

Pete looked at the floor a moment before speaking. “Yeah, about that. Ethan, I was thinking some more about what Enoch said—”

Ethan didn’t give him a chance to finish. “Oh, come on Pete. You were right beside me the whole time last night. Nobody we talked to had seen Dad, and there was nothing on the noticeboard.”

“But we only talked to two people.”

“Fine. Well, what about the noticeboard? How do you explain that?” He glared at Pete, as if daring him to answer.

“Maybe Dad never came inside the tavern,” said Pete. “Maybe he went up to the Governor’s house right away.”

Ethan didn’t try to hide the irritation he felt for his brother at that moment. Sometimes it seemed as if Pete went out of his way to disagree with him on everything, no matter how big or small. Maybe, thought Ethan, Pete was just jealous of him for being the older brother. Maybe Pete thought that if he made a fuss and put up a big enough stink, he could get his own way. Well, it wasn’t going to work.

“Oh shut up, Pete. Let’s just get back to the boat.” He thought of a line he’d heard in a movie they’d watched with Dad a few weeks earlier. “Come on, we’re burning daylight.”

A glance in Pete’s direction, and Ethan knew he’d hurt Pete’s feelings. His brother looked as if he might start to cry. For a moment, Ethan considered saying that he was sorry, but then he decided against it. Pete would just start yammering about going to see the Governor again, and they’d be right back where they started. He started for the door, and Pete followed.


About jackfrey
Jack Frey lives somewhere in Northeast Asia with his wife and two young boys. He finds the letter K to be the most aesthetically pleasing of all the consonants, in both its upper and lowercase forms. Like many of us, he is currently seeking publication of his first novel.

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