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By Cat ~ Box ~ Lord Beckett closed the box on his desk and brushed his hand across the EITC emblem burned into the wood, remembering the day it had been given to him.
He had been newly appointed to his position in Bombay, and more recently married. His beautiful Isabelle had showed up at his office one morning her face flushed and aglow with excitement. "Isabelle!" he had glanced up in surprise as the silent Indian servant had showed her in. "You should not be here; the docks are not a suitable place for a young lady." She had brushed off his concern and wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "I brought you a present." She reached into her bag and pulled out a wooden box, the lid embellished with the East India Company sign. He ran a finger over the burned in letters as she clapped in delight. "Do you like it, my love? I had it made especially for you, to keep all your important papers in. Look! It even locks." She pulled out a small silver key and inserted it in the lock opening the box so he could see inside. A single piece of parchment lay in the bottom, folded in half and addressed to him. He opened it as she watched eyes wide in anticipation. On the paper was written one sentence, in his wife's flowing hand. "God has blessed me twofold with your love and your child." He looked up at his wife, tears of joy flowing down her beautiful face and felt his world was complete.
Beckett caressed the box once more with his hand and made his way out into the night.
~ Life's Not Fair ~ “Got something for you, boy.” Will’s father set the box down and it gave a startling lurch. Cautiously, Will opened it and found inside a puppy, all paws and ears, black with a white dollop on the end of the tail. “A dog, Bill?” his mother said with exasperation. “Something to remember me by when I’m away,” he replied simply. “’Sides, all boys need a dog. They can grow up together. And he’ll get big. I’d feel better knowing you two have something to keep and eye on ye both.” One week his father was home. One week Will and his puppy played every day after school. Will came home that seventh day and his father was gone again, but the puppy was nowhere to be seen. His mother held back tears, but this time for different reasons than just Bill’s departure. “Will,” she said gently. He stiffened. “Where my dog?” She touched his shoulder. “Mister Peterson was driving his team of horses by this morning.” Her voice wavered but she went on. “He tried to stop them, but Will, the puppy…” “No!” Will shouted and pulled away. “No!” He raced out of the house and ran to the small stand of woods a short way off where they’d buried a frog he’d once had, and Whiskers, the ancient old cat that died a few months ago. There he found it, a small mound of fresh dirt with a stick poked in the ground for a marker. It wasn’t fair, he thought. As if it wasn’t bad enough his father was never home, he didn’t even get to keep his puppy. Tears stung his eyes but he didn’t cry. He was twelve now and much too old to cry. But couldn’t his father have at least waited until he got home to say goodbye? He sat there for a long time wishing things were different. Wishing his father was not always gone, wishing his mother was not sad so often and even more sad right after her husband left. Wished he still had his little dog. It grew dark and his stomach gurgled with hunger. He sighed and got to his feet. He stared at the patch of dirt for a moment. “Goodbye,” his whispered, and headed back to the house for supper.
By MmsMcmillen ~ Box ~ The boy smiled with glee as his mother handed him the wrapped package, as it was a gift from his father. His father had told her, "Give this to him when you deem him old enough." She agreed and waited until she dared not wait any longer. He tore off the wrappings and opened the box. Carefully he lifted out the gleaming sword and immediately began practicing with it. "I wish he were here so I could thank him for it." "Yes, I know I wish he were here too, but it will be another five years before he returns."
By Krys A box? Where had it come from? What was inside? Jack stared at it. “Go ahead, open it,” a voice spoke in his left ear. “No, don’t open it,” now it was in his right ear. “Why not?” He spoke aloud. “Might be rocks.” “Don’t like rocks. They follow us. Course they got us back here,” His hands moved towards the box. “Could be rum.” “Likes rum,” His eyes glowed as he touched the lid. “But what if it’s rocks?” His nose twitched. “Why would it be rocks?” His hands pulled away. “Indeed? Who would leave a box of rocks sitting about? It’s rum. Go ahead, open it.” His hands moved closer, touching the warm wooden lid. Slowly he opened it and peered inside. “Ah, not rocks, nor rum,” A smile broke out on his face and he lifted out the gift. “But it is nice,” Holding aloft a miniature of the Black Pearl, he sighed in satisfaction and looked up at the waiting eyes of his crew. “Thank you and Merry Christmas all of you. Now, where is that rum? Drinks all around!”
By Abigail Elizabeth took the box, and, putting it on her lap, lifted the lid. She was greeted by a pair of small paws, and a small head, followed by a small meow. She reached into the box, and picked up the kitten, which began to squirm and try to get away. Placing the box aside she put the kitten on her lap and began to pet it. The kitten’s calico fur was soft as she arched her back to better enjoy being petted. Eventually the kitten settled down, curling up in her lap and purring. She looked at her young son and smiled. “So you like her?” “I do” she told him. He smiled and looked very pleased with himself. "Happy birthday, Mom.”
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