the groundhog may or may not appear

[bedlamsbard]

I am suddenly kind of thrilled by the OCs in the boot camp story. There are only three and a half paragraphs of the story so far (handwritten, in my Natural Disasters class, of course), and it's...much more typical story than my usual stuff, actually -- it's in past tense rather than present. It begins as follows:

Cordel Blacksong threw Iason Delcarro off his ship on a bright, sunny summer day. He threw his possessions out after him too; some of them missed the docks and splashed down into the clear blue water of the Bay of Cair Paravel.

"Come on, Captain!" Iason yelled up at him, snatching up his belongings when he could and grimly watching his second best knife sink to the bottom of the harbor. "I told you that bastard Robere started it; I was only defending myself! If you have to let me go, at least keep me on until we get back to civilization, not this arse-end of nowhere!"

Blacksong's only reply was to drop Iason's severance pay directly over the side of the Scarlet Queen and go back inside his cabin.

"Captain!" Iason bawled after him, then dropped everything he was holding and jumped into the water, stroking down until he could get his hands around the bag of coin and anything else he could grab onto before he ran out of air.

You'd barely know it was fic. It's a little like The White City or These Last Golden Days of Summer; the canon characters barely show. (I mean, they will show, but it's more cameos than anything else.)

I am vaguely considering calling it "Legio Patria Nostra", which is one of the mottos of the French Foreign Legion. ("The Legion is our homeland.")

*wistfully* It has been a long time since I've written anything Golden Age and just plain fun.