“Oh what a tangled web we weave, when we practice to deceive.” Who was it that originally said that? Ah… yes, It was Sir Walter Scott. Reminds me of a man I once knew and the lessons he taught.
Tally was but a boy when Mr. Drisdale hired him on to help with the up keep of his sailboat. He lived in the poor part of town and met Mr. Drisdale by chance one sunny afternoon at the Town Market. He rarely did his own shopping. I don’t know If this was a good thing for Tally or not, even though the life he was thrown into was nothing less than turmoil – His mother was a mad alcoholic and his father was deceased, leaving him to kindly fend for himself.
“Drisdale” as the town folk called him could just about buy or sell anyone within the state, including young Tally. Even though his intentions were of a pure heart, Tally soon belonged to Drisdale.
Hungry, sad and desperate – He quickly accepted the job with the older man. He did whatever the man asked of him. He was paid with necessities; food, shelter, clothing, whatever the young lad needed.
His mother no longer concerned about Tally’s welfare would occasionally pay Mr. Drisdale a visit with the hope of financial gain. She tried on numerous occasions over the years to sell her son to the man. I guess to intoxicated to realize, Drisdale was the only parent the boy had ever really known.
The moon and stars lit up the night sky as she drunkenly moved towards the home unaware of every trade Mr. Drisdale had taught her son.
Tally and Drisdale had prepared for her arrival once they noticed her stumbling down the path moments earlier. Unsteady on her feet, she fell upon the doorsteps.
Drisdale opened the door and peered down at the woman. He turned his attention to Tally, “Now is the time we have prepared for. Take back your courage and all that this woman has caused you to lose.” He instructed the boy.
Tally looked up and into his mentors eyes once more for a second approval which he immediately received.
He lifted his mother’s head and as he pulled his fishing knife from his belt, she tried to convince her son of the love she had for him. Tally was no fool.
He slit her throat from ear to ear. The deed had been done. Drisdale and Tally sailed deep into the waters of the Ravenous Sea and as it gobbled her up like bait, the blood mixed with the water so beautifully that it brought more than life back to the duo. Death was now their biggest desire and killing was their satisfaction.
Leesa Writes 