Captain’s Son

Nineteenth Century Stays 1 – Madison Anysz
Sally Purrington

Running down a slope two lads could be seen from the scope held by Captain Rindheld. Trousers and shirt sleeves rolled at the elbows, grass stains sure to be visible with closer inspections. The older of the two, Bill, had most resemblance to his father with curling mahogany hair, thin brows and olive skin; he only gained his fair jaw and hazel eyes from his mother. Captain Rindheld shook his head at his boy’s actions, as he laughed aboard his sloop, the MHS-Doveless. The Captain’s laughter increased when a certain child of his tripped on something and started rolling faster than his running elder sibling. William Rindheld, the younger son of the captain with his mothers soot black hair with grainy dark skin was a poor lad in the eyes of Rindheld’s crew, as they had known him since he was a babe. His skin was still burnt darker than his parents, even after so long. As the MHS- Doveless came to port only the elder Rindheld was there to greet the sealogged crew.

“Father I am glad you have returned home safely, how are you? What of your travels- did you fight?” Captain Rindheld took off his elder son’s cap and ruffled the lads greasy head.

“I have much to tell my son but must first finish business.” replied Bill’s father. He glanced to his youngest still slumped on the ground not far from the docks.

“Billy go help Will get up will you, seems he lost his cap in that near tree.”

“Yes sir,” Bill replied to his father “Will stop flailing, I’m coming to help!” 

“Then help me brother!” cried out William

“I didn’t rip my clothes on the way down did I Bill?” asked Will.

“No Mothers not going to hound you,” replied Bill.

“That did not answer my question.” William retorted.

“My answer was fine,” bickered Bill handing over his brother’s hat. 

“Brother are you getting too warm again,” Bill voiced in concern seeing the amount of sweat accumulating on his brothers brow, ”We could wait for father under the shade.” 

William wipes his forehead with his coat.

“ Use a handkerchief.” Bill scolded. Taking his own cloth, Bill grabs the arm Will is using and forcefully wipes his brother’s forehead.

“You’re acting like a mother Bill, stop,” Will whined.

“Would not have to do so if you would use a handkerchief.” return fired Bill.

“Well I would not be needing to use one if mother stopped insisting I wear long sleeves!” remarked William.

“You would wear long sleeves on a vessel ship in the Royal Navy regardless of seasons, or mother.”

“Oh,” William paused momentarily out of words,” You’re right Bill.”

“William, Bill, come now. The both of you,” Captain Rindheld called to his sons.

“ Yes father, coming,” both William and his brother Bill said in unison, before giggling and running out of the shadows cast by the tree near the harbor to a carriage.