A clip of a book that I am deciding weather or not to write...

The waves were raging, water sprayed from stern to bow.  The main mast wavered in its sleep.  More than one brave soul stood up straight on the deck as the savage waves tossed the vessel like a toy on the surface of the deep.  Water spattered off their black British hats.  Two young men-- could even be called boys-- stood stately looking out over the angered oceans face. The ship they were on, the Diminisher, slapped the the waves viciously with a fury to rival that of the winds battering the sails.  Clouds were only seen when lighning shattered the black sky.
       "Them bloody angels are throw'n stones into th' sea again!  Can't ya see em?  Look or' there! A bloody large wave there! Can't you see it Nate?"  Said the taller of two blue clad fellows.
        "Yes John, I can see em all right." The voice sounded as though it came from a small child, the lads voice hadn't grown deep yet. " Really a beauty of a sight."  Wistfully the shorter boys eyes glazed with tears.
         John looked over at his best friend and saw the  glassy look in his eyes.  "What you get'n all teary eyed for?  It's just a darned big storm!"
         Nate was thinking of something else he wasn't thinking about the storm. "I'm all right Joe boy, I'm good."
         The storm passed with the dawning of the next day.  Sea gulls rode the rough waves, white caps clothed the the surface of the water.
         Nate pulled on his blue jacket and buckled his belt and saber around his thin wast, he felt John's eyes on him.  John was sitting on his swinging bunk.  A question brightened his eyes.
          John thought, Nate was an odd one, he never seemed comfortable around big groups of sweaty greasy cussing sailors.  For the most part the men didn't fight or scrap because the captain kept a good hold on them.  Grey in the eyes and black in the hair as handsome as any young man should be, Captain Carter was a good guy to be manning a new ship.
          John yawned and poked an accusing finger at Nate's belly, not much bigger than his own.  "Lookey there, looks like you have a bit o' food eh?  Captain sure feeds the lads with their stripes! Huh, lieutenant?" John joked around a bit as Nate pulled his hair into a neat pig tail.
         "You talk like some pirate would.  Would you stop it an talk like a gentleman!? Not some savage!"  Nate glared at John.
          John noticed -- not for the first time--Nate's long eyelashes.  "Boy you got some lashes there!  yr' Moma never told you that?"  He prodded some more.
         Nate threw a lofty glace at the other boy and stately walked away, up the satires tot he deck.  His black shined shoes clicked crisply as he went.
         John jumped up and threw on his coat and shoes and ran after his friend.
         Nate was leaning out over the rail watching the blue water go by.  On the starboard side the sun was coming up, showing it's lovely blushing cheeks.  He  breathed in the fresh air, lungs filling with pure freedom.  A dream.  All was broken when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder.
         It was a crew man, scabbilt dressed in breaches and muddy tunic.  He snapped to attention one Nate turned his way.  "Sir, liestenant.  Captain Carter wants you to man the glass sir."  He saluted once and turned and about face.
         Nate was a very good glass manner, he had the crystal clear eyes or a hawk.
         John stepped up next to his friend.  " 'Ave you seen anything?"
         Nate shrugged as he looked over the horizon. Nothing.  "Your a mongrel ya know it?"  Nate smiled inside.  He loved his friend.
         John frowned, straightend his coat, hat and saber.  "Not a mongrel surely!  Aye, a man though, I might say."  He said it all in his best english.
         Nate laughed aloud and put his glass to the side.  "Surely!!!"
         John's face was a-glow.  "Cant I see tha glass a moment?  I'll take a good long gander at the sea I will."
         Nate handed it to John and kicked off his shoes, stripped off his jacket, and dropped his hat.  "Race you up the rigging,  Can get tot he top before any scoundrel on this ship!"
         John beamed, a challenge in his eyes.  He shoved the spy glass in his breaches and prepared to climb up the tangle of ropes to the crows nest.
    
         The captain sat a t his desk mumbling over the terrible head ache he had, a hand on either of his temples looking at a map.  He looked out the large bay window that revealed the deck.  Two youth were racing up the rigging.  One he recognized by how thin and tall he was, spider quick, it was Nate.  He was beating his friend dearly! John, who panted below, tried to catch up.Carter smiled.  "That boy's got guts.  It's why i have him on my ship."
         A rap came on the door. "Captain?"  A voice from outside enquited.
         "Come in."
         The colonel stepped in looking sharp, a man in his mid thirties.
         "Sir, the lieutenants are running the rigging, you commanded that Nat man the glass, sir."  The colonel looked concerned.
         The captain thought for a moment.  "Watch them."  He said the the other man.
     
         John was yelling.  "C'mon man!  Nate!  No fare! Your a scabby scoundrel you!"
         Nate kept climbing at amazing speed. Up one rope, to another.  He reached the crows nest and heaved his body up over the egde andinto the basket.  Five minutes passed as John lugged his way up.  He handed Nate the glass.  "You look!"  He said bitterly.

        The captain smiled and looked at the colonel.  "Their good men and wouldn't disobey my orders, they are manning the glass you see."  He looked back to the two young men up in the crows nest silhouetted by the sun.  The colonel nodded his head and stepped quietly out of the cabin

        Look at the flock o' sea birds there!"  Belowed John, who stood tentatively by Nate's side.
        Nates eyes scimmed over the ocean looking for any other sea going vessels that could pose as a danger to their ship.  Nothing had been seen so far.  They were not on a war party but their boat was a man o' war.  Ready for battle if need be.  They were on a test run with the spanking new ship and fresh captain.  They were being tested.  This was the maiden voyage of both boat and crew.
       They were in friendly waters but in an area where many French ships passed.
        John shaded his eyes with his left hand while hanging recklessly  over the edge of the basket, supporting himself with only one rope held in his right hand.  "Look its that darned bloody lil' boy Conoly!" John smiled at the thought of the small cabin boy and his blazing red hair and the small black-as-coal kitten he carried around.
         "That bloody boy!  Stuped cat too! Spit up a hair ball on my bunk a week ago! Mine of all hundreds of beds to yuck on!"  Spat Nate determinedly.  He could barely make out the small boy on deck far below.
         "I hate little kids!"  Said John with a discussed look on his face.
          Nate looked at him with a grin,  "You wont once you got ten er' twelve of em wadlerin' around at home!  That is if you find yer a gal!"
          John looked thoughful, he had never thought about girls much before.  All of them he had ever known thought he was gross because he liked stabbing toads and eating bugs and all that stuff.  He had long since grown up.  No more picking boogers and eating them just to make the neighbor girl run away screaming.
         Nate was thinking quite the same thing. As John's face twisted with the thought of a slimy, green booger being eaten.  Definately not something edible.
         "Yuck!!!...."  Both boys said in unison.
         "Were you thinking about boogers too?"  Asked Nate.  John nodded with a sick grin on his lips.
         "I have to say, little boys are gross creatures!" John laughed, swinging on the rope supporting him.
          Nate stated his agreement. They had been talking for over twenty minutes now.  Nate shaped the spy glass to his eye, slowly he circled around.  H saw something!  He looked back and focused on the blur.  Directly behind them a black speck of a ship sailed on the horizon, following their invisible tracks.
         "Sail ho!!!!!!"  Bellowed Nate.
         They were being hunted.....



This is a historical fiction based during the French and British revolution.  I love to write even though I'm not the best.  I hope you enjoyed it!  Comment and tell me what you thought :)