Sample Narrative - Shared: The search for the orgins of a soul


   The journey down the world had tormented him. The journey home to his old life – that tried to kill him. Gilbert was twice thrown into the sea, to be saved by circumstance which would haunt him the remainder of his life. Of his work in New Zealand, all his belongings were lost but the writings. He would have drowned before he let loose of those parcels, and would have been content. Those writings were the point of the entire hellish attempt, to find the girl, to learn something and bring it back. He was ridiculed to have them sealed, at Darwin, into tins, after the cyclones nearly beached them the entire way. His tins were put into saddlebags; they never left his person, even when he swam for his very life, into hands extended from nowhere.

   Having it within his heart was not enough.

   Liam Gilbert was a solid man of science.

   The sickness that left him senseless in the sun on the Opotiki beach became the pestilence of lingering, wasting months, in the squalor of a hospital in India. He would learn later that all of Barnstaple had mourned him as dead. At every point they tried to find him, there were only tales of woe, and disaster, and misfortune. Ellingswood Company would lose the Rachel on the Cape that year, her gentle Captain Diggins gone, her crew drowned. News of Gilbert’s discovery, near death in Karwar brought a naval vessel to that harbor, and tears of thanksgiving which could hardly cease, in the chapel of the Manor.

   Thornton Ellingswood set out to meet him in Cairo, to bring him home.

   Gilbert set foot off the last ship, onto the Great Quay docks of Barnstaple, Devon, Great Britain, four-hundred and eighty-seven days after he had left them.

   Kinsey would not let him go.

   He rode home with them, to Ellingswood – to Rachel, and he wept in Kinsey’s arms the whole way.