4xD] 6/7 "The most noble of weaknesses" Chapter 5

[Darkwing]

Standard disclaimers: See first chapter.

Author note: Thank you so much for the review, Takisha! I don't know if this is how you guessed that they might fix their issues, but?please enjoy! ^_^

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The most noble of weaknesses
By Darkwing
Chapter five

After a hellish hour spent rolling in his bed, Quatre finally fell asleep. Obviously he wasn?t blissfully relaxed, so he didn?t need a too intense noise to wake up again, just a few hours later. The tinkling of the halyards against the masts of the sailing boats, docked under his window, and the whistling of the wind among the shrouds pulled him back to conscience. Unfortunately with the awakening came also back the memory of the argument that he had with Dorothy.
He followed the fisherman?s advice and he convinced himself that he took the best decision, but he wasn?t quiet at all. Maybe he should have done in his own way and run after her. Maybe they would argue again, but now he would have more clear ideas.
He rolled in the bed again and put an arm on his forehead. Something didn?t square. He could perfectly figure the kind of feelings that tormented Dorothy, but he couldn?t understand why she never followed them.
Even taking into account that she never had the courage to kill, she had other means to destroy him. As she underlined, his fortune was due to the fact that only a few loyal friends knew about his past. If she wanted to annihilate him, she just needed to spread him to the mass media. His entrepreneurial career would collapse in an eyelash, like a house of cards. His solid economical empire would melt like snow under the sun. Yet she didn?t do that?He needed to clarify things.

Outside, the shutter slammed against the wall, pushed by a sudden gush of wind. Before it repeated and could awake all the guests of the house, Quatre hurried up to block it. He sighed. Since he couldn?t sleep, he decided to stay some more to the window. Perhaps after breathing some fresh air he would feel more relaxed.
He lazily looked around. Nobody was along the street at that late time of the night, but there wasn?t peace in the air. The sky was perfectly starry, but an obstinate wind pushed small foamy waves to break against the wharf. The boats rocked and ran foul of each other, filling the atmosphere with sinister metallic cracks and sudden hisses. As Dorothy foretold, it seemed like a storm was approaching. All in all he would feel more relaxed, if he closed the window.
He was already coming inside when he got a glimpse of something out of place. Among the boats aligned along the dock, one was missing. Despite the darkness he could easily tell it, because in that point the sea could reach the promenade. Trying to prove his suspect wrong, he strove to remember which was the place that they hired, but after counting twice the boats, he resigned himself to fall panic-stricken. Their motorboat wasn?t in the harbor. Dorothy didn?t come back!
He wore the first bermuda-shorts and the first T-shirt that he found and got out on the landing. He suddenly stopped. He didn?t know which was the room of Dorothy.
?Damn!? He ran down to the hall. He had to check on the register. He surely couldn?t start to knock a door picked up by chance in the middle of the night.
Running, he bumped against a small table, making the ashtray resting over it fall. A loud crash of shattered fragments echoed through the walls, but Quatre paid a little attention to it. He was so busy, rummaging the bench, that he neither noticed Tomislav and Dinko, that were getting out of their rooms alarmed by the noises.
?Quatre?? Dinko lowered the broom that he grabbed to attack the ?thief?.
The young man didn?t think for a second of the blow he risked to get on his head. ?Where?s Dorothy? Did you see her this evening??
Tomislav shared a meaningful look with his father-in-law. ?Actually?? He cleared his throat embarrassed. ?Well, we thought that you were together.?
?We were, well?Not in that sense.? Quatre turned around the bench and grabbed him for his shoulders. ?Which is her room??
?Number seven, I believe.?
The boy immediately ran up the stairs. ?Dorothy!? He frantically knocked to her door.
Nobody answered.
Tomislav reached him. ?What?s happening??
?I must know if she?s here.?
Infected by the dismayed look on Quatre?s face, Tomislav started to agitate too. He ran downstairs and came back in no time with a backup key. He threw open the door and entered. The room was perfectly tidy and the bed was untouched.
Quatre sank his hands in the hair, walking across the room like a lion in a cage. ?May I be damned! I knew I shouldn?t let her go!?
Dinko finally entered the room, joining the younger men. ?But what happened??
Talking and thinking at the same time, Quatre kept on stepping restless across the room. ?We were in M?rter and we argued. Then she took the motorboat and she hasn?t still come back.? Then he stopped, facing Tomislav. ?I need a boat. I must search for her.?
The sailor shook his head. ?It?s unthinkable to start a search now. The sea is raising??
Quatre put again his hands on the man?s shoulders. ?This is why I must find her!? He waved a finger toward the window. ?She?s out there on a cockleshell, she?s alone in the mid of the night and, as if this wasn?t enough, a sea storm is near to burst out. I won?t wait here for the tide to send back the pieces!?
The three men started a dumb fight for a few minutes. Then Tomislav nodded. ?All right. Let?s go.? He turned to the older of them. ?Dinko, we?re going out aboard Jezera. You stay here and don?t leave the radio post for any reason; I need to keep in touch with somebody on land. While we?re setting out, you alert the coast guard.?
?But Tome??
Tomislav shook again his head. ?Quatre is right. If we wait for help, it could be too late. Jezera is the only boat of the town that could make it so, if we can do something, we won?t waste our time.?
Dinko nodded, doing nothing to hide his worry. ?Good luck then and?Be careful.?
But before Tomislav could leave, a soft sleepy voice mumbled something at his knees? level. Obviously, with all the confusion that they made, they awoke little Ivana, that now was waiting for her portion of information. She pulled her father?s shorts and grumbled something in her unsteady language. He pulled her in his arms and whispered her something in Croatian, clearly easing her, since she didn?t return any protest when he put her into Dinko?s arms.
?We?re going then.? Tomislav said, before heading down the stairs. ?We?ll send a radio update every fifteen minutes.?
Quatre hesitated, looking straight into Dinko?s eyes, as the child stared back at him with her clear and trusting gaze. ?We?ll be careful. I promise.?
The elder accepted his statement with a sad nod. ?Run now. Every minute can be precious.?

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When Quatre joined Tomislav onto the trawler bridge, he noticed that the man didn?t waste time to dress. He wore the same clothes that he had when he rushed out of bed, that is to say, just his shorts. Anyway, despite that disheveled look, he radiated an authoritative and resolute halo. In front of his boat?s controls he was the captain no matter his appearance. ?Take care of the mooring. Once we?re free, give me the ?clear? signal.? He ordered.
Quatre ran outside, ready to obey. As soon as he slackened the ropes and gave the signal, the Jezera moved away from the dock, following Tomislav?s expert control as he drove it out of the bay. When Quatre entered the bridge again they were already receiving the first wheather update from Dinko.
??Sea force: five; Wind speed: thirty knots, increasing. Direction: north-north-east.? He made a short pause, and then assumed a less formal tone. ?I just talked with the coast guard. They said they can?t start the research before a couple of hours because they?re already busy in the north with the capsize of a sailing cruiser. You?re alone, Tome.?
?Roger that. I?ll update you with our coordinates every fifteen minutes. Over and out.?
Quatre cast a guilty glance to Tomislav. ?I?m sorry that I involved you in this situation. If I prevented her from taking that boat??
Tomislav silenced him. ?This isn?t the moment. You rather tell me where you think it?s better to start the search.?

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After one hour of searching into the most total darkness, Quatre and Tomislav reached the tacit agreement to keep for themselves every kind of prediction. As Dinko said, the wind had considerably increased its intensity and now the waves were so high that broke against the main deck, completely flooding it. The Jezera moved slowly but inexorable, listing under every blow of the sea.
They had already completed the turn of the island once and they didn?t find anything. Tomislav tried to comfort Quatre, mentioning the possibility that, to escape the backwash, Dorothy could have moved to the open sea. He explained that sometimes that could be a wise choice, but that usually could be practised in wide-open sea, where the chance of finding an inlet to recover was scarce.
Quatre pretended to accept that consolation, but intimately he never stopped to think that Tomislav didn?t think that possible. After all he was the first to didn't think possible that Dorothy could have gotten too far from the coast. She knew better than him how many uninhabited small islands and how many surfacing rocks were scattered in that zone. Moving by chance would mean suicide.
?Why don?t we make another turn?? He proposed. ?After all it?s so dark that we could have missed her.?
The other man nodded and started to manoeuvre.
?What?s that?? Quatre pointed to a lonely light that shone on the dark coast, that he noticed for the first time.
?It?s a restaurant. But it?s certainly closed by now.?
?Why don?t we go to ask? Dorothy could have asked for help.?
Tomislav raised a skeptical eyebrow. Then shrugged. ?There is no harm in trying.? He acknowledged.
Docking was quite tricky, both for the very rough sea and the poor light, but Tomislav approached the wharf without too many troubles. Quatre immediately jumped down, but before he followed him, the captain of the Jezera called Dinko, informed him about their position and received an inauspicious update of the weather conditions.
?Quatre!? He finally called.
?There?s no sign of the motorboat here!? The boy answered.
?We must go!? The voice dispersed into the wind and reached Quatre?s ears in a such a faint whisper that he had to get aboard to understand what Tomislav shouted.
?We must go.? He repeated. ?The wind is still increasing. With the good weather we?d need at least an hour to come back, but with the sea in this condition I can?t make a prevision. To stay here any longer is too dangerous.?
Quatre lowered his gaze, thinking. ?Yes. Yes, I understand.?
?We?re risking to sink too, if things keep on getting worse with this rhythm.? Tomislav added, as if he was trying to convince himself about how much would be imprudent to keep up the search.
At last Quatre nodded, noticing that the sailor was giving for grant the Dorothy?s shipwreck. ?You?re right, Tome.? He finally said, laying a hand on his shoulder. ?This is why I?ll keep on searching alone.?
Tomislav needed some seconds to digest the meaning of the boy?s words. ?What??
?I decided.? Quatre stared back at him with a meaningful gaze: he wasn?t accepting ?no? as an answer. ?You get down here.?
?That?s foolish!? The man protested since, among the other things, he also wasn?t enthusiast to let his boat in the hands of a rookie.
?This is why you get down here.? Quatre stated totally determined. ?You?ve a family that?s waiting for you at home and they need you. As for me?I already have enough lives on my conscience to add your and Dorothy?s.?
Tomislav blinked in surprise. ?I don?t know what you?re talking about, but you can?t go alone. I?d stop you at every cost.?
Quatre frowned. ?Please, Tomislav. Don?t force me to violence. I decided that I?m going, even if I know that this is a foolishness. Yet I?m still not crazy enough to risk your life long with mine.?
?You?ll come back home with me.? The man reaffirmed with a matching determination.
A whole minute passed before one of them moved a single muscle. The Jezera kept on rocking, beaten by the sea, as the wind howled furious among the antennas. Both men stared at each other, waiting.
Tomislav acted first, attacking Quatre with a straight right. The physical power of the Croatian charged the blow with not common impulse, but the younger man didn?t let himself unprepared and blocked the opponent hand into his fist.
?Tomislav!? He shouted, taking firm grip of the other?s hand. ?Don?t make things more difficult!?
?And you don?t act fool!? The other man roared, attacking with the free hand.
This time, under the blow of the punch, Quatre lost his balance and heavily crashed on the floor, pulling his adversary down with him. The fall immediately cost a bitter disadvantage to Quatre since, even if it was evident that Tomislav hadn?t a clue about how to lead a fight, he had a not common muscular mass and a good span of height more.
The boy didn?t give up and kept to struggle. He felt a bit rusty because of his sedentary work and he surely had never been brilliant in hand-to-hand combat, but Tomislav was totally uncoordinated and this meant that his expert eye didn?t make a great effort to find a weak spot.
With a quick lever trick he reversed the situation, taking advantage of the same weight of his opponent.
A groan escaped the throat of Tomislav, as he suddenly found himself pinned down with the face against the floor and an arm twisted behind his back. ?Let me go, Quatre.? He panted.
?I?m sorry. I can?t.?
The man struggled to free himself, but Quatre landed a blow on the back of his neck making him loose his senses.
?I?m so sorry. I would have never wanted this.? He stared for a moment to the lifeless body laying at his feet and then he carefully carried him on his shoulder. He hurried out and placed him on a high rock, where the fury of the sea couldn?t reach him. Then he ran again to the trawler and slackened the mooring. He couldn?t move away from the wharf with the same grace that Tomislav used to dock, but he could anyway reach the open sea. ?I?m on the way, Dorothy. Wherever you are, I?m coming?I swear that this time I won?t let you alone.?

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After that another hour had passed amid the blind fury of nature, Quatre started to hope that the proverb ?fortune favors the braves? could be more than a simple set of words. He thought to focus his research around the south zone of the island. Since the wind blew from north, it was fair to think that the girl searched for a recovery in that direction. Anyway the sea was starting to be dangerous and he was already so busy to hold control over the Jezera, that he almost couldn?t look outside. Like that would serve! It was so dark that he couldn?t have seen a mountain if he didn?t pass enough close. He decided that he had to try to signal his presence and hope to be noticed. If Dorothy had been still alive, and if she still had access to the emergency equipment and if she had seen him?Quatre swallowed hard. There were too many ?if? in that story.
Nonetheless he grabbed the control of the acoustic signaler. He knew that the real sailors used it to transmit well definite messages, according to the sea code, but he would have used it just to make a bit of racket.
He started his flat fanfare, repeating the signal all along the coast.
After those that he believed centuries, a smoke candle lit on the water a red light spot, just a little more toward north than his route. It immediately extinguished.
?Dorothy!?
That light could be just her. He could feel it. He gave maximum power to the engine of the fishing boat, inverting the route, but the sea protested, flooding the deck. When Quatre almost fell for that impact, he decided that he had to proceed more carefully.
Slowly, striving to keep sight of the place where he saw the light, he moved forward against the wind. Finally he noticed something white floating on the water. He tried his best to approach it, but it was just one of the cushions of the motorboat?s seats.
He leaned out of the window and shouted. ?Dorothy!?
The wind returned a confused answer.
She was alive! She was there just a step ahead, but he couldn?t see her yet. ?Dorothy!?
Another call of doubtful origin.
He kept on calling until he couldn?t distinguish a clear shape on the black surface of the sea. The small motorboat was at the mercy of the waves.
?Dorothy!?
?Quatre!?
?Don?t move, I?m coming!?
Using all the care he had, Quatre tried his best to approach the boat, but he soon had to let the bridge to rescue the girl. He grabbed one of the many ropes that were aboard and leaned from the stanchion. ?I?m throwing you a rope! Try to catch it and tie it somewhere!?
?Yeah!? Dorothy?s voice cracked in fear. ?I?m ready!?
?Now!? Quatre threw the rope outboard, but the wind deviated the trajectory.
?I lost it!? The girl cried in dismay.
?Don?t panic. Now we?ll try again.? Quatre rewound the rope and threw it again. This time the operation succeeded.
?I have it!? Dorothy rejoiced, but immediately belling her, a wave suddenly pulled the two boats apart, making her loose her balance.
Quatre heard her cry and, with horror, he saw her fall into the water. ?Dorothy!?
Without a second thought he also jumped into the water. In that frantic moment he just thought to rush by her side. Struggling against the overwhelming power of the sea he reached her right when she luckily resurfaced.
?Dorothy! Are you okay?? He approached her and helped her to float. She had drank and was coughing hard.
?Yes?I?m fine. I believe.? She coughed again. ?But we must go away! The boat ran aground! There are surfacing rocks and??
?Attention!? Quatre pulled her against him as the motorboat, hit by another powerful wave, capsized not too far. ?Can you swim to the boat??
Gasping, she nodded.
?All right then. You go first.?
Using all the strength given by their instinct of self-preservation, they sponged on energies that they didn?t know they had. The struggle against the pressing waves of an indifferent sea exhausted all their resistance, but at last, their tenacity won its prize.
?How do we get up now?? Dorothy panted, grabbing the boardside of the fishing-boat.
If the situation allowed that, Quatre could have laughed at his stupidity. He didn?t think about how to get back onto the boat at all! But he couldn?t say that to Dorothy. ?I?ll get on first and then I?ll pull you up.? He stated, as if everything was part of his brilliant rescue plan.
With a few tiring strokes he reached the stern of the boat and searched for a hold amidst the fishing equipment that hang outboard. Someway he managed to grab something and to pull himself up. Now he had to take care of Dorothy.
He quickly threw her a rope. ?Hold to it tight. I?m going to pull you up!? He wound the rope around one of the winches of the nets and, as soon as the girl held a firm grip on the line, he pulled her up.
Immediately he rushed by her side. As she put her feet on the deck, she collapsed on her knees.
?Are you all right?? He asked.
She nodded, speechless for the great fear and the effort.
?Come on, then. It?s not over yet. We still have to come back.?
Dorothy stood up, unsteady on her feet. Quatre tried his best to help her, even if the rough sea made his balance really precarious too.
They couldn?t move a few steps though, when the deck dreadfully tilted under their feet, followed by a terrifying clang of metallic plates.
Dorothy yelled, as she felt her body thrown outboard.
?Dorothy!? Quatre followed his instinct once more and jumped, encircling her body with his arms.
They fell together in the darkness.

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Something was keeping him from breathing. He was feeling a strong sense of nausea and he would have gladly paid to have the strength to vomit, but he felt like he was suspended in an endless limbo into someone else's body.
Why couldn?t he move? He couldn?t even open his eyes. Or perhaps he already had his eyes open and that darkness was exactly what surrounded him?
A strong sense of constraint in his chest made he suddenly feel like something was pulling him up at a dizzy speed. Or was it down? He couldn?t tell that. He was completely lost and powerless. He knew that he had lost control over his body ? supposing that he still had one and was still alive. Maybe that was the way you felt when you were dead: disconnected, soft, deaf, blind?It was less nasty than he thought.
An involuntary contraction of his diaphragm caused him a painful retch. He coughed. Something fluid flood inside his throat and obliged him to cough again. More liquid rose into his mouth, until someway he managed to spit it out. Suddenly the heavy sensation on his chest lightened.
Quatre took a deep breath, expanding the sore lungs. He coughed again and this time, the spasm suddenly decreeded the end of his fall into the vacuum. A diffused pain greeted his coming back to the living world, as if he was just born a second traumatic time. What had happened?
Again provided with oxygen, his brain started to dig within his memory, desperately searching for the most recent events. An unbearable anguish took the place of the nausea when, in his mind he stated to draw some sketches of what happened. He could remember that he jumped outboard with Dorothy, but everything was confused after that.
A pulsing stab to his right shoulder painfully incited his numb faculties. Perhaps he was starting to understand. He had left the Jezera without control, and while he dove the first time to reach for Dorothy, the sea had pushed it too close to the rocks. Evidently they knocked against them and the impact flung them out. Falling into the water, he banged against a surfacing rock ? that could explain the sore shoulder ? ad then?Then he couldn?t remember anything else. What had happened to Dorothy? Could he protect her? Was she injured? Was she alive?
He tried to call her, but all he could get was a choked mumbling.
Something moved by his side and brushed his cheek. It seemed a hand. ?Quatre!?
The young man directed a dumb 'thank you' to that entity that the human being called God. She was alive.
Against any prevision the girl burst out into an uncontrollable and desperate cry. ?You?re alive!? She could whisper among the sobbing. ?I believed you were going to die!? She cried, frantically squeezing his hand and posing her forehead against his chest.
Quatre coughed again, getting rid of the water that still irritated his lungs. ?I?I thought?that this was what you wanted.? He whispered with such a low voice that the roar of the waves almost swallowed.
The girl stood still. He now could hear her cry in silence and he could feel the weight of her head on his chest. For the first time since he regained his conscience, he opened the eyes. The sky floated upon them, perfectly oblivious of their fear and pain.
?Don?t cry.? He said, trying to reach with his hand the girl?s head, but a burning pain spread across his back preventing him from making any movement.
?What?s wrong?? Dorothy sprang sitting, her soaked hair was sticking on her pale face; the dark eyes were staring at him in the night, widened and exhausted.
Quatre tried his best to smile and ease her, but he could just make the situation worse with a twisted grin. ?The shoulder?? He groaned.
Dorothy pulled back the wet locks and quickly dried he tears. ?Wait. Don?t move. I?ll help you.?
With equal effort for the both of them, Quatre could sit and drag himself against a rocky wall. The stab that he suffered immediately made him regret his movement. ?I fear that there?s something broken here.? He panted.
?We fell on the rocks.? Dorothy explained, biting her bottom lip. ?I?m sorry?It?s just my fault.?
Quatre took another deep breath, trying to control the pain. ?Are you all right? What happened next?? He asked ignoring the guilty look on the girl?s face.
?Yes, I?m fine but you?you fainted.? She told, dubbing the hands in her lap. New tears threatened to escape her again. ?If it wasn?t for you, I fear I?d have drowned.? Under the soft sliver light of the moon, Quatre saw her covering her mouth with a hand, to repress a sob.
?I think I could say the same.? Was his comment. ?But how could you take us both here? Where are we??
She shook her head. ?I don?t know. I just know that I swam until I didn?t land.? She breathed. ?Luckily there?s sand here, because if not I don?t think I could have pulled you up the rocks. I actually thought that we where going to drown together.?
After a long pause of silence, Quatre was the first to talk. ?Thank you for not abandoning me. I know that the temptation must have been strong.?
Dorothy kept her silence. When she finally spoke she made it with a calm yet deeply sad voice. ?Why can?t I ever win against you? Why Quatre?? She stared at him straight into his eyes, despite the darkness that obscured everything. ?Please, you tell me that, because I don?t know anything anymore.?
Quatre remained speechless. He actually always thought that he was the everlasting loser. He didn't know what to say. ?I?I?m not your enemy, Dorothy. I?ve never been. I never wanted to fight against you and I never wished, even for a single day, to cause you harm.?
The furious song of the sea filled the silence, until the melancholy voice of the woman didn?t break the night with a whisper. ?This is the reason then.?
A translucent sidereal ray reflected on her silent tears, until Quatre didn?t reach her with his still uninjured hand and brushed them away with his thumb. ?I already made you cry enough for today.?
She didn?t answer, completely impenetrable as always, but she didn?t oppose any resistance when he made his fingers slip behind her nape and pulled her against him.
He wanted to kiss her and hug her ? and for once she would probably have allowed it ? but he intimately knew that it wasn?t the right moment. He would waste everything in the storm of emotions of that night. That wasn?t how he wanted to tell her that he had fallen in love with her.
So he let her lean against his undamaged shoulder and hugged her in a comforting way.
After a few minutes of silence, uniquely filled by the roars of the waves, Dorothy spoke, stifling her words against his chest. ?I don?t hate you, Quatre. I wanted you to know it.? She ended in a whisper.
Quatre sincere smile curved his lips as he caressed her wet head. ?Don?t say anything. He said, half-closing his eyes. ?You don?t need to say anything.?
They stood like that for hours, in total silence, listening to the powerful music of the sea, while the ancient light of the star slowly faded into the warm hues of a new dawn.
When the rescue squads finally arrived, they found them like that, blissfully asleep in the most far corner of the beach.

TBC?

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[takisha16]

You welcome!
I love this story!
This chapter was so exciting!
I was so scared that one of them would get really hurt!
I am glad Quatre went after her and saved her!
This definitely was the most exciting way to resolve their issues.
Great chapter! Can't wait when they wake up safe and sound back home and get to finish their talk!
keep it up

[ethereale]

Your initial chapters were faily well written, but this chapter is a veritable shipwreck in terms of grammar. You desperately need an editor. I don't understand why your grammatical usage could degrade so much from chapter to chapter. It's as if you wrote it in another language and threw it in babelfish. I love the story, which is why it pains me to see such a good piece of fiction written with such horrifying grammatical errors and aberrant word usage. If you need someone to do corrections (and believe me you do), do not hesitate to contact me, as I am very willing to help out.

[GundamVixen]

OMG!! that's so cute!!

Love it!!

[Darkwing]

Your initial chapters were faily well written, but this chapter is a veritable shipwreck in terms of grammar. You desperately need an editor. I don't understand why your grammatical usage could degrade so much from chapter to chapter. It's as if you wrote it in another language and threw it in babelfish. I love the story, which is why it pains me to see such a good piece of fiction written with such horrifying grammatical errors and aberrant word usage. If you need someone to do corrections (and believe me you do), do not hesitate to contact me, as I am very willing to help out.

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Dear ethereale,
You probably mean that the initial chapters were 'fairly' well written and not 'faily' (with has not a real meaning, but rather possesses a root that contrasts with your next words). So I thank you for this compliment that is totally unexpected by someone with such a horrible knowledge of your language like me.

Now, to don't let you live with the doubt about how such a painful degrade could take place, I'll spend some of my aberrant words to explain you, even if you see, you didn't go too far from guessing the truth!

I actually wrote this fiction in another language and then I threw it in this Babel fish because I'm not an English speaker. I just wasted some of my time - that I stole to my astrophysics studies and to my job as scientific consultant - to humbly translate something that I wrote in my free time into a piece understandable for people that hadn't the chance to learn a language different from theirs.

So, as you now surely get, it was far from my intentions to hurt your feelings and cause you puke or intestinal diseases with my writings.
This is why I wouldn't dare to ask for your help. I wouldn't forgive myself, if you had to suffer too much in front of my disastrous shipwrecks.

Obviously, if you had the bravery to face this draining adventure, you can always write me an e-mail at darkwingit@interfree.it with your incredibly valuable advices.

Warm greetings,
~ Darkwing

[angel222]

Wow, I really loved this one ^_____^ It's sooooo cute ^^