The Shaman
First Post
The rain starts falling shortly after the ferry leaves Anacortes, fat droplets that pound against the windows of the M/V Sealth’s passenger deck, a restless staccato over the thrumming diesel engines. Outside the glass the clouds and sky and sea blend into a sodden grayness.
Inside the ferry is barely half-full. The other passengers are subdued, mostly commuters returning to the island from jobs in Anacortes, Burlington, and Mount Vernon. Some watch the evening news on televisions in the cabin: another roadside bombing in Iraq...rain through the weekend...three-car collision causing delays on the Viaduct...Seattle Aquarium hosting a special overnight program for kids...Mariners trailing the Blue Jays in Toronto. Others read the Post-Intelligencer or the Puget Sound Business Journal, or chat on cell phones. A boy in his late teens plays with a GameBoy; a girl in a dark blue Western Washington University hoody types on a laptop. Two rough-looking men in well-worn work clothes sit in a corner conversing in Spanish. A few passengers slump down in their seats with arms crossed and eyes closed. There’s no galley on the Sealth, only a few vending machines and newspaper racks.
From your pocket you pull the letter again. The letterhead reads, “Donald J. Slocum, Attorney-at-Law,” with an address in downtown Seattle, embossed on thick linen paper. The letter is terse: “I’m contacting you regarding an urgent business matter for which I hope to obtain your immediate assistance.
“I respectfully request your attendance at a meeting on San Juan Island at 7:00 p.m. on Friday, May 20th to discuss the details of this matter. Please contact my office at (206) 555-4965 for assistance in travel arrangements – overnight accommodations will be arranged for you on the island. Sincerely, Donald Slocum.”
You slip the letter back in your pocket and listen to the rain, and the engines.
Make a Listen check.
Inside the ferry is barely half-full. The other passengers are subdued, mostly commuters returning to the island from jobs in Anacortes, Burlington, and Mount Vernon. Some watch the evening news on televisions in the cabin: another roadside bombing in Iraq...rain through the weekend...three-car collision causing delays on the Viaduct...Seattle Aquarium hosting a special overnight program for kids...Mariners trailing the Blue Jays in Toronto. Others read the Post-Intelligencer or the Puget Sound Business Journal, or chat on cell phones. A boy in his late teens plays with a GameBoy; a girl in a dark blue Western Washington University hoody types on a laptop. Two rough-looking men in well-worn work clothes sit in a corner conversing in Spanish. A few passengers slump down in their seats with arms crossed and eyes closed. There’s no galley on the Sealth, only a few vending machines and newspaper racks.
From your pocket you pull the letter again. The letterhead reads, “Donald J. Slocum, Attorney-at-Law,” with an address in downtown Seattle, embossed on thick linen paper. The letter is terse: “I’m contacting you regarding an urgent business matter for which I hope to obtain your immediate assistance.
“I respectfully request your attendance at a meeting on San Juan Island at 7:00 p.m. on Friday, May 20th to discuss the details of this matter. Please contact my office at (206) 555-4965 for assistance in travel arrangements – overnight accommodations will be arranged for you on the island. Sincerely, Donald Slocum.”
You slip the letter back in your pocket and listen to the rain, and the engines.
Make a Listen check.