Thoughting of Thoughtful (or so he thought)- (Chapter 1) "Brick Lodge"

The sea was rough, unforgiving. Pounding against the wet-lands of the island of Mr. Baron (of Forever)

His mistress was bringing him tea, as he lounged around the roaring fire hearing the nature give her call.

She passed the cup to him, he gently received it while staring dead in the fire.

Mr. Baron (of Forever): We have too many bricks in the brick lodge. Get rid of 3.

Mistress: But sir, can you not hear? The sea's being awfuly cruel tonight. Don't wanna wash away.

Mr. Baron (of forever): I said, get-rid-of THREE-BRICKS.

He took a sip from his cup of tea.

Mistress: You know better than anyone that it's suicide going out into weather like this. I best keep up in my room 'til the storm blows over.

Mr. Baron (of forever): You do as I say or I'll sell you back to the bread vendor.

Mistress: Of fifth avenue? Or 22nd street?

Mr. Baron (of forever) takes another sip of tea.

Mr. Baron (of forever): Fifth-avenue.

Mistress was shock in fear. She backed out and headed to the brick lodge out-doors.

Mistress: Your a cruel one, Mr. Baron (of forever).

Mr. Baron (of forever): Not as cruel as the bread vendor...

Mistress grabbed her coat and started for the brick lodge to remove 3 bricks.

The moment she opened the door, the wind slapped her face, the whistling water surrounded her. Trying to keep her balance upon the stoney steps without slipping. Just a few more inches, she thought, a few more inches and she'll be on grass. Shouldn't be as difficult as balancing on wet stone while the high winds are out.

Could barely see. Rain blinding her face everywhich way, with the sea nipping at her all about . wind giving a mighty-strong push to add. Darkness everywhere.

Grabbed strength of to a tree not much off. Somehow she pursued to the tree to give her support.

A bit more away and she would be at the brick lodge.

She could hear the creeking of the door banging up against down beneath the wood-baring lodge. The latch-lock of the trap-door in the lodge rattling quick as the wind.

She reached for the handle to the lodge. Pushed her way in, shoved the door shut.

Better hurry up, the wind is really smashing the sides of the lodge now. With the pitter-patter of rain fall above.

Mistress went down the cellar trap-door. To take 4 bricks, instead of 3.