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bitchapalooza · 3 years

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Sail to sea

Lukas sees the Sea Spirit.

Tw death mention, past death, child death, drowning mention

Lucas scanned the horizon. The sun was setting, ending his third day on the job. Orange reflected off the waters of the quiet Norwegian town. The clouds were a beautiful cotton candy pink, soft enough to touch, good enough to eat. As the night closed in, the atmosphere changed. Everything calmed to a relaxing still. The wind blew gently. Jostling his hair. Messing it up.

The boat swayed as the crew readied themselves to port. Lucas drew in the last of the nets. Nothing in them. Same as the previous evening. A low frustrated growl rumbled from Lukas' throat. He tossed the net aside, it hitting the deck with a thud.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Thomassen." William, his cousin and crewmate, frowned. His larger, rougher hand clasped Lucas' shoulder firmly. Grounding the younger worker from his rising emotion.

Lucas jerked away. "How are you so calm? The haul is lighter than yesterday. And the day before." William shook his head as he gathered the empty nets.

"S'way it always is, kid." He tossed the nets back to Lucas, the young man falling back a step but otherwise catching it without further struggle.

"Wasn't this way when I was a kid." Lucas muttered. "There were netfulls everyday. More than my father could handle sometimes."

Erick pushed past his fiance's cousin, bumping shoulders with the shorter man. "Things change. Get used to it."

Lucas wouldn't accept it. His father had run this small fishing business for years. Spent his life on it to provide for his family. Then he passes it down to his brother and it goes to shit. The amount of fish fluctuates daily, he's been told. He was instructed to deal with the dead ones they haul in. Do not question the half eaten fish. To throw back the younger ones to avoid killing off the supply. Most shops relied on them for stock. Restaurants relied on those shops. Families relied on both. The whole town will collapse if nothing could be done to fix this.

But Lucas let it go for now. He stored the nets away in the proper place. And then he caught something unusual in the corner of his eye.

Glistening violet in the setting sun. He scanned the landscape but saw nothing more. He was about to turn away, thinking it was a trick of the light, when he saw it again. In as much detail as he could capture.

Out in the distance, a glimmer of purple soared through the air. Lucas swore it was a body. Small and slim. Jumping from the water like a dolphin. "What," Lucas began, not looking away from the ocean. "What was that?"

"What was what?" William asked from the other side of the boat.

"The— whatever jumped into the air just now!"

"Oooooh," Finnigan, the old self appointed crew captain, came up from below the deck stroking his salt and pepper beard. "Sounds like little Lucas has seen it." He trotted over, ruffling the younger one's head of hair. Lucas swatted him away.

"It? Hell is 'it'?" He demanded.

"It," Erick sat down on the gunwale of the boat. "Is the Sea Spirit. Kids these days say it's a mermaid."

"Others say it's a lost spirit. And that's where my money lands honestly." Finnigan finished.

Lucas turned back to the open sea. "So," He looked over the edge, brows furrowed. "It's definitely paranormal?"

The crew nodded.

"Interesting.."

Later that night, Lucas helped his uncle and aunt clean up the dinner table then snuck off, telling them he was going out for some air. He took down a path where he knew the tide would be low, leaving the rocks dry and exposed. He climbed down the now rusty latter. Maneuvered over the rocks. And sat huddled on the flat bare stone that acted as land. The water was calm and the wind chilly.

Lucas dipped his hand into the cool salty water closing his eyes as he remembered a time long past. When the latter was brand new. Built by his neighbor and son. Kids used to come down here to play with their toy boats. It was once a tradition for the graduating seniors to let go a paper boat in preparation for their free life. Some even set the boats on fire, making a bigger deal out of it than needed. Lucas came out here to play too, once upon a time. When things were simpler. Happier.

But it looks like things have changed. The rope blocking kids off from the deeper parts is gone. The dock where, on occasion, a lifeguard sat, was in shambles. Barnacles hug every nook and cranny possible of every rock in sight thanks to the change in sea level.

And to think it's only been eight years.

"Hey spirit." Lucas called out. Back in the day, their town was home only to humans. No paranormal being could be found. It's a pretty foreign deal to these folk but to Lucas it's become normal. His parents moved him to the city where creatures did reside. Hostile ones. Friendly ones. He met a Fossegrimmen in the surrounding forest he observed everyday as a teen, always trying to muster the courage to ask him to teach him how to play the fiddle. He did always have the stolen meat prepared but never did approach him. He also met trolls and an usual Danish Nisse when he visited the countryside. Lucas is still convinced, after all these years, he even saw the winter spirit when he first moved. His parents continue to deny it.

Lucas was no stranger to these creatures. In fact, being told there was a spirit here, in this boring old port town, was just the pick-me-up he needed after leaving his parents' comfort and care nearly a week ago. Back in the city, he kept journals about the creatures he found. He found them intriguing. Fun to study.

Lucas swirled his hand in the liquid a few more times before retracting it, wiping it dry on his pant leg. "If you are out here, Sea Spirit, you don't have to be shy. I'd like to meet you if that's okay."

Nothing but the sounds of the sea answered.

A few more good bouts of silence and Lucas got up, ready to leave. And then something splashed his shoes as he turned away, soaking them to the bone. He faced the water again, looking down at the edge of the rock. And there it was, the top of a head and a pair of bright violet eyes reflecting the moon poked out of the water's surface. Lucas carefully sat back down a good distance away, never breaking eye contact.

"So," Lucas began. "You're what I saw this evening, huh?" The spirit popped their head further out of the water, revealing their beautiful spots of purple that glimmered in the moonlight. Lucas also noticed it's features. Very child-like, he thought.

"What is your name?" They tilted their head. "Your name. What do they call you?" He repeated.

The spirit suddenly came ashore. With the moonlight as his only source, he could just make out how sickly green and pale their skin was. Their hair covered their eyes, touching their shoulders. Gills sat on the sides of their throat while more purple scales littered their exposed skin. They wore tattered cloth, most likely a torn sail they fashioned into some clothes. Most of all, it was a child. A young boy by the looks of it. Perhaps around four. Or six in human years.

This was unlike anything Lucas has read about.

"If you don't have a name, may I call you something?" The spirit nodded slowly, hesitantly. "Okay. Hm..." Lucas thought hard on this. He's never come across a completely nonverbal creature before. Much less one he's never seen before. This felt like a huge deal to him so the pressure was on.

And then he snapped his fingers, spooking the spirit for a second. "I got it! Emil. You can be called Emil."

Emil grinned from ear to ear at that. Lucas chuckled. "I see you like that, hm?" Emil nodded, more vigorously this time.

"Well my name is—" Without any warning, Emil came over and took Lucas' hand in his. Clasping them together tightly. The two met face to face, Emil smiling with big bright eyes as he shook their hands up and down in an incorrect hand shake. Lucas laughed a little again. "It is nice to meet you too, Emil. I'm Lucas." Emil let go and plopped down on the rock in front of Lucas.

"Can you not talk, Emil?" Emil frowned. He shook his head. "Seems you can understand well enough however. That's good."

With the young spirit closer, Lucas got a better view. His hands seemed to be webbed, feet too. Good for swimming of course. His ears were not human but fin. Small but still stuck out away from the face.

"Hey Emil," The spirit's eyes swam with curiosity. "Would you like to know why I named you Emil?" The boy nodded, leaning forward in anticipation.

Lucas gave a small smile. He took a breath and began. "I had a younger brother. He was around your age even. A small, skinny kid. He was going through this difficult picky eater phase that made mom worry for his future health on a daily basis."

"His name was Emil. A shy kid that had this fixation of collecting rocks and picking up strange bugs every chance he got. He opened up around me, mom, and dad a lot more than he did strangers.. He loved to fish with dad and I. We went every weekend to the docks to catch a few and throw them back. Dad would sometimes make us kiss the fish as it would apparently give us good luck. What a fool.." Lucas chuckled from fond memory.

Emil scooted closer, listening intently as Lucas carried on. "One day, dad thought it would be a good idea to show us how he worked. He took us out on the boat. Put life jackets on the both of us as he knew us kids would want to look out over the boat's edge. But Emil's hardly fit on account of his small body. He." Lucas took a shaky breath. "He fell overboard. And he couldn't swim. Emil had already fallen under before dad jumped in to save him himself. He died. And we never did retrieve his body either."

The spirit layed a cold hand across Lucas' warm one. Emil pointed to himself, tilting his head.

"Yeah. I named you after my brother to honor him I suppose."

Emil shook his head. He quickly retracted his hand and retreated back to the water in the blink of an eye.

Lucas stood, confused.

Now what was that about?

#tw death mention #tw child death #tw drowning mention #tw character death #sorry if this sucks i just wanted to make something to feel productive #hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia norway #hetalia iceland #hetalia fantasy au #hetalia au #btw denmark is in fact the nessie mention and sweden is the winter spirit #*nisse #i find it hard to see den AS nisse as but i find it easy to think of how to write nisse!denmark

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mybeoneclubus · 5 years

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Hi From Ottawa: Connecting With Farming At The Canadian Farming Gallery

After my very fascinating intro to sheep shearing and also all type of woollen handling techniques I had a possibility to connect with David Sutin that is the Communications, Marketing and also Ranch Workflow Supervisor for the Canada Agriculture Gallery. Actually, Ottawa is the only globe resources that has a functioning ranch at its heart. David offered to give me an individual excursion via the various centers of the Gallery and also we started with the Dairy Barn. Right when you come in is a location for the dry cows: these are expecting animals that quit offering milk in the two months before delivering. David described to me that the gestation period of cows is very similar to that of humans: 9 months.

David specified that male calf bones get moved into the sale barn and unfortunately sufficient, eventually they wind up being processed into veal. On the other hand, the Museum maintains the women calves so they can mature right into milk cows. The Canada Farming Museum is home to a range of different milk cattle types as well as the most productive of them all are Holsteins. Jacket cows were imported from islands in the British Network and also I was just impressed at the attractive faces and the massive, long-lashed eyes of these cows. The Canadienne cows were brought over from Europe by immigrants from France given that they are hardier and also far better able to hold up against the severe Canadian winters months although they are not extremely effective milk manufacturers.

On a daily basis the herdspersons at the Gallery milk the cows at 6 am and also 3:45 pm. The electrical bleeding makers are linked to an above pipe system that introduces a 2500 litre tank where all the milk from the cows is gathered and cooled down to a temperature of 0 to 5 degrees Celsius. The milk is agitated for even cooling down. Each cow in fact consumes a bathtub of water daily and also generates 30 litres of milk. The milk of the cows is gotten every number of days by the milk truck. David described when a cow is unwell and also obtaining antibiotic therapy, the milk is not enabled to be collected and in fact obtains washed down the drain.

We after that continued right into the maternity location that is additionally utilized for isolating sick animals. David discussed that periodically cows will suffer from a twisted flipped tummy (a cows tolerate actually consists of 4 separate parts) and also this problem needs surgical treatment. The veterinarian opens up the cows side with a 30 cm cut, by hand twists the stomach back to the proper position and also sews it onto to the abdominal area wall surface. The whole procedure does not take far more than an hour and also is executed right in the barn, most definitely not under sterilized conditions. Yet the pets always seem to come out all right.

The cow barn is not air conditioned and in the summer it obtains pretty cozy in the structure. In the evening the cows are taken throughout the residential property to a night field where they are enabled to graze the entire night and they are taken back right into the barn by 6 am. All year the cows are fed corn silage which is made from ground up corn plants, stalks as well as all. The whole milk production is a big earnings manufacturer for the Museum as well as offsets several of the operating expense.

From the Dairy Barn we entered into an exhibit area that featured a selection of samples of historic farm equipment. The Beck Circus, going back to 1912, was an item of presentation equipment that was made use of to demonstrate how power might make a farmers life easier. The Hydro-Electric Power Payment created this gizmo to show farmers the operation of a range of electrically powered devices, e.g. vacuum pumps for milking makers, a rocker spin to make butter, a feed grinder, a windmill pump and also an electric cleaning machine. These were the early days of electric power when most farm work was still done entirely by hand, just assisted with the aid of stock. Its difficult to picture just how the quality of life of farmers have to have improved with the advent of electric power.

David took me to an exhibition of farm tractors: originally they were large, powerful yet extremely harmful makers. Via numerous technological technologies they were still large as well as much more effective, however they ended up being much more secure to operate since working parts were no more exposed. The Canada Farming Gallery includes a range of tractors. One of the displays is hands-on; you can actually go up right into a tractors seat, flick the button and also experience the bumpy, bone-jarring uneasy flight of an old-style tractor with metal wheels. After that you alter the setting and also you see the distinction of how much smoother the flight is with rubber wheels. One more advancement that we dont also think about today that made life a lot simpler for farmers.

Another tractor was actually a hybrid car from the 1930s, containing an automobile chassis and also motor carriage that was converted into a farm tractor. Obviously the car was neither particularly skilled at being a guest lorry neither at being a tractor. The next big innovation on display was the Cockshutt Tractor, constructed in Brantford, Ontario, which could have a manure spreader or various other carry out behind that was powered by the tractors engine without the requirement for the tractor to be relocating. This technology was called the independent power launch and a significant Canadian technology during the 1940s.

The following tool was a specialized tractor utilized in vegetable fields which had an extremely slim nose as well as an engine installed in the back of the automobile. The slender frontal portion would certainly permit the farmer to see the vegetable planting much better. One of the popular screens at the Canada Farming Gallery is a tractor simulator contributed by the John Deere Business. You can climb up right into the cab, look in advance with the windshield onto a simulated farmers field as well as the simulator rocks you around in the cab as if you remained in a genuine tractor tilling the field. David clarified that todays tractors in fact have advanced GENERAL PRACTITIONERS (worldwide placing systems) which keep track of which areas the farmer has actually currently covered during planting so they dont review the exact same location twice or miss out on various other spots.

The machinery show area includes a range of quizzes with concerns such as what would certainly be the link to farming of a variety of daily things. Baby diapers, photo movie and also other items we frequently utilize actually consist of farming by-products, and also we do not also connect them at all with farming operations. Its fantastic the amount of things we take for granted in our day-to-days live and the number of them are stemmed from farming items.

After that David took me right into the Little Animal Barn which houses the pigs, poultries, bunnies, sheep as well as goats of the Gallery. Presently the Gallery has one ram and 17 ewes that all have one to three lambs annually. Obviously pigs are remarkably clean animals, they have actually a special assigned location in their pens for bodily functions and they keep their living area completely tidy. David showed me the birth area for the pigs which is called a farrowing cage. It is a steel contraption that makes certain that the mommy pig does not squash the brand-new birthed hogs, a really real threat with these considerable pets.

On the way to the barn he clarified that although the Canada Farming Museum is a terrific place for animals, they are still dealing with boosting the centers for the human site visitors. One of the current renovations is a large play ground for children which will make the Canada Agriculture Museum a lot more preferred destination for young families.

Throughout the year, the Canada Farming Museum supplies an extensive schedule of tasks. I found out that the Museum is open 364 days a year with the exception of Christmas Day. All the centers are fully accessible from March to October and during the winter months admission in fact is cost-free.

Some highlights of the schedule include activities throughout Easter where you can see rabbits, newborn lambs as well as newly-hatched chicks, not to neglect the Easter egg hunt. Mommies Day (with free admission for all mothers) fixate farm moms, female pets that supply us with milk, eggs and meat. I obviously already captured the Lamb Shearing Event on the Victoria Day Weekend.

Special tasks continue with Daddies Day where all dads break out admission so they can delight in the Tractors event. Canada Day activities concentrate on the Canadian Horse while there are enjoyable as well as insightful demonstrations all throughout the summer season. Loss invites visitors with October Harvest Weekends and also unique Halloween events and also from November 1 to February 28 admission to the museum is totally free completely. Along with normal visitor programs, there are a variety of School Programs that motivate educators to bring children to the Canada Farming Museum to discover and experience a working ranch in the middle of the city.

On our escape of the Museum David discussed that the Museum will certainly have a brand new event beginning in March of 2007 called Food for Wellness which will certainly take care of making smart food options, food handling and also various other nutrition-related topics. So that just indicates that following time I come to Ottawa Ill have something new to uncover ...

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