History Always Repeats Itself
Title: History Always Repeats Itself
Author: rifleman_s
Character: Esteban Maturin y Domanova
Warnings: None for ratings (although a mixture of book-verse and movie-verse may give away a few spoilers!)
Disclaimer: Pure fiction, although a tip of the hat to PoB!! No offence intended to anyone.
Written for : The Challenge put out by crimsongriffin at perfect_duet
I’ve been a major long-time “lurker” here - and have hugely enjoyed reading in the Community, so perhaps it’s now time to give something back with my first short story. Hope you enjoy (but please be kind! *grin*)
History Always Repeats Itself
In old age, Esteban’s niñera loved to bore her grandchildren with tales of her young charge who later became the toast of The Royal Society.
Her favourite and most oft-repeated tale was of the time he had been brought home to the bosom of a family who had been feverishly searching for him for several days, by three daughters of the chief a wandering Romany tribe. Having rowed themselves over to what they thought was a deserted island in the middle of a large lake,they had been startled to come across the young boy, seemingly without any visible means of support, contentedly studying its flora and fauna.
Young Esteban was rather reticent as to how he came to be there, until questioned about the missing family sail boat which, it should be noted, he had been expressly forbidden to take out alone. Having fallen overboard quite early in his adventure, and being quite unable to swim, he had floated towards the shore of the island where he watched forlornly as he and the boat parted company.
Deeply fascinated by a particular shrub he’d never seen before - it was most defiantly prickly and no doubt if he took a sample back to the Castle’s garden it would soon become hard to eradicate, he decided - he had no inkling as to how long he’d been marooned. There was water a-plenty, and some edible mushrooms mixed with a few herbs had eased his most urgent needs, and he was rather disgruntled when exhorted away from this paradise by his female rescuers.
The family never did replace the sail boat, but even so, history is doomed to repeat itself.
~End~
Author: rifleman_s
Character: Esteban Maturin y Domanova
Warnings: None for ratings (although a mixture of book-verse and movie-verse may give away a few spoilers!)
Disclaimer: Pure fiction, although a tip of the hat to PoB!! No offence intended to anyone.
Written for : The Challenge put out by crimsongriffin at perfect_duet
I’ve been a major long-time “lurker” here - and have hugely enjoyed reading in the Community, so perhaps it’s now time to give something back with my first short story. Hope you enjoy (but please be kind! *grin*)
History Always Repeats Itself
In old age, Esteban’s niñera loved to bore her grandchildren with tales of her young charge who later became the toast of The Royal Society.
Her favourite and most oft-repeated tale was of the time he had been brought home to the bosom of a family who had been feverishly searching for him for several days, by three daughters of the chief a wandering Romany tribe. Having rowed themselves over to what they thought was a deserted island in the middle of a large lake,they had been startled to come across the young boy, seemingly without any visible means of support, contentedly studying its flora and fauna.
Young Esteban was rather reticent as to how he came to be there, until questioned about the missing family sail boat which, it should be noted, he had been expressly forbidden to take out alone. Having fallen overboard quite early in his adventure, and being quite unable to swim, he had floated towards the shore of the island where he watched forlornly as he and the boat parted company.
Deeply fascinated by a particular shrub he’d never seen before - it was most defiantly prickly and no doubt if he took a sample back to the Castle’s garden it would soon become hard to eradicate, he decided - he had no inkling as to how long he’d been marooned. There was water a-plenty, and some edible mushrooms mixed with a few herbs had eased his most urgent needs, and he was rather disgruntled when exhorted away from this paradise by his female rescuers.
The family never did replace the sail boat, but even so, history is doomed to repeat itself.
~End~