Friday Fictioneers – Captains

I haven’t been here in a while. There are a few stories I’m working on, but I’m caught up in details – never a good place to be stuck.
So just to entertain myself, and you, here’s an story inspired by the prompt for this weeks Friday Fictioneers. I saw the pic on The Bumble Files, and a thought popped in my head. Then another.
So I combined them.
Hope you enjoy.

PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast
PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

Captains
Noah stood back and admired his handiwork. Frame and hull were complete. Next he’d start on the roof, then build out the spaces inside. In addition to all the cargo and his sons and their wives, the plans showed he’d have plenty of room for all the food he’d need to carry. Water he’d just collect on the way.
He’d better get back to work. Even though the sky was clear, he knew the flood was coming. He turned to head back to his lumber pile, almost bumping into the man before he saw him.
“Excuse me”, said the stranger, gravelly voice emerging from the deep folds of his hood. “I wonder if you’d take gold, or consider a trade in exchange for your boat.”
Noah shook his head. “I’m sorry. This was built on commission.” He paused, wondering how much to say. “Divine commission, at that.”
“Nothing I can say to change your mind? I’m really going to need a larger boat.” He checked his watch, then looked at the horizon where clouds were just beginning to build. “And soon.”
“I’m sorry, no” replied Noah. “May I ask, have you been given a list of creatures to collect in pairs as well?”
The man was already turning to leave. He turned back to answer. “Creatures? No, mine are all human.” He reached into one baggy sleeve, withdrawing a small card. “If you change your mind, contact me please” he said, handing Noah the card.
“Tour the River Styx. All the Scenic Bends, and Beyond!” it proclaimed.
“Excuse me stranger” called Noah. “Who are you?”
The stranger paused. “Call me Che. I never liked the name Charon.”

Addicted To Purple (19 Sept 2014) – Elevations

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields does the Friday Fictioneers challenge. This week, the prompt is the picture below, from Dawn Q. Landau. The link will take you to her great story.

Here’s my entry, coming in at 102 words. As always, any suggestions/criticisms/comments are welcome.

Dawn Q. Landau
Dawn Q. LandauT

Elevations
She walked the site, head down, in silence.
All her work – her site survey, planning, arguments with the client, the design – had come to this. She’d hired builders based on their reputation “Oh, they’re always on time.” “Oh, they’re meticulous.” “Oh, they’ll follow directions to the letter.”
It sounded too good to be true.
It was.
Each space was marked out perfectly. The character of the dividers were exactly as she envisioned them. But due to a monumental cock-up, the plans delivered to them hadn’t included the elevations.

And they’d built exactly to the letter of her drawings.
In only two dimensions.