Circa Summer, 2011
We were staying under false pretenses in a fort built by the Dutch in 1675 for people much smaller than I. The doorways were more like cupboards and the sentries thought both of us were active duty military officers. H had been out for two months and I'd made it halfway to a single bar and that was 5 years ago... but what they didn't know didn’t hurt anyone and no one had lied. The fort was stone, old stone, the star-type you visited on field trips and backpacking tours, built to give muskets and cannons interlocking fields of fire, but it was garrisoned now with a battalion of SL infantry and a herd of deer. The guest quarters were in a bastion overlooking the sea and we drank whiskey and ate fresh fish while the white cut of the Milky Way burned above us and I remember thinking how peculiar Life is that it should bring he and I and the soldiers and the deer and the fresh fish and the arrak together in this Dutch fort on a tropical island beneath a shimmering sky.
We were staying under false pretenses in a fort built by the Dutch in 1675 for people much smaller than I. The doorways were more like cupboards and the sentries thought both of us were active duty military officers. H had been out for two months and I'd made it halfway to a single bar and that was 5 years ago... but what they didn't know didn’t hurt anyone and no one had lied. The fort was stone, old stone, the star-type you visited on field trips and backpacking tours, built to give muskets and cannons interlocking fields of fire, but it was garrisoned now with a battalion of SL infantry and a herd of deer. The guest quarters were in a bastion overlooking the sea and we drank whiskey and ate fresh fish while the white cut of the Milky Way burned above us and I remember thinking how peculiar Life is that it should bring he and I and the soldiers and the deer and the fresh fish and the arrak together in this Dutch fort on a tropical island beneath a shimmering sky.
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