F Trope: “Euhemerism – a rationalizing method of interpretation, which treats mythological accounts as a reflection of historical events, or mythological characters as historical personages but which were shaped, exaggerated or altered by retelling and traditional mores”
Current Event: http://etyman.wordpress.com/2013/01/13/euhemerism-juhim%C9%99%CB%8Cr%C9%AAz%C9%99m/, http://perdurabo10.tripod.com/ships/id233.html
Austin Jake Byme shook the water from his blazing red hair, pushing it back with both hands. He’d have to cut it if he wanted to disappear – he’d be identified by his locks for sure, thief that they thought he was. Footsteps on the planks of the stern wheeler IRON MOUNTAIN sent him scurrying back along the sides of the boat and ducked into an open aft door just before the paddle wheel as it strained for a moment, then with a massive groan, began to turn, pushing the boat away from the dock and the copper who’d been chasing him.
The hold was packed with bags of flour and crates of supplies. From the roof hung the cured carcasses of pigs and cow. Chickens scurried out from under his feet, clucking sleepily as he slipped behind a crate, wedging himself into the space. He was asleep in a moment, shivering a bit as the darkness brought up the cool, Mississippi mists.
He woke in the deep darkness to the sound of the creak of a plank and the cluck of a chicken. Immediately aware, he pulled his legs tight to his chest as quietly as possible. The carcasses began to swing together, rhythmically and the panes of glass in the windows rattled in their frames. There was a sudden flash of light and the temperature in the hold dropped. A moment later, a voice said, “I know you’re in here, Master Byme, wedged between the wall and a crate, thinking I’m some sort of ghost.” Austin squirmed. The voice said, “And you’ve no idea who I am, but I’ll tell you when you come out.”
Austin blinked in amazement then slid forward, to his hands and knees then rose up. Pins and needle ran up and down and he caught himself on the leg of a pig. He said, “Who are you?”
The person stood in deep shadow, though Austin could see his legs. Dark material, the pants with pockets though he wore no coat. He stepped into the light. Wearing a waist-length under shirt and nought else, he stepped again and Austin started. The voice belonged to a boy, perhaps a few years older than himself. His head was haloed in hair so red it seemed to glow. Austin said again, “Who are you?”
“Your great-great-grandson from the early 22nd Century.”
“What?”
“That’s funny, your autobiography didn’t mention that you went deaf at the end of the 19th Century.”
“My autobiography?”
“Yeah. It was great reading, and I’m not here to kill you and change the future.”
“What?”
The other boy snorted and said, “HG Well’s THE TIME MACHINE won’t be published for another twenty-three years.”
“Who’s HG Wells?”
“Jules Verne?”
“Oh! FROM THE EARTH TO THE MOON and JOURNEY TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH! Those are…”
“I know. Your favorites. But neither of them has anything to say about what I just did.”
“You built a time machine?”
The other boy snorted and said, “Not exactly, but sort of.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He cleared his throat and said, “My name’s Jake Austin.”
“That’s my...”
“I said I was your great-great-grandson! There’s proof if you’re wondering about it.”
“It’s not that…it’s just that…”
The planks beneath their feet lurched, throwing both boys backward...
Names: ♂ America, Ireland
Image:
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/71/e5/9871e52bbc09c525af21b8f6471eab15.jpg
He cleared his throat and said, “My name’s Jake Austin.”
“That’s my...”
“I said I was your great-great-grandson! There’s proof if you’re wondering about it.”
“It’s not that…it’s just that…”
The planks beneath their feet lurched, throwing both boys backward...
Names: ♂ America, Ireland
Image:
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/71/e5/9871e52bbc09c525af21b8f6471eab15.jpg
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