Sea Hawke

Another short story I wrote back in 2008 to 2010 for The Cypress Times in Texas. I haven’t edited any of them but I thought I might share some of my old writing.

SEA HAWKE

“Father, let me take the Sea Hawke. I can bring home more fish.”

“Son, it’s one thing to go out past the bay on your own in the Mermaid, but you need more experience with the Sea Hawke. The Sea Hawke is much too big for you to handle on your own.”

“But, Father…”

The older man lifted his hand palm outward and said no more. He stepped out of the deep sea fishing boat that had been in his family for generations. He glanced at his 15-year-old son, Simon. He was tall for his age and sturdily built like his older brother, but had a defiant nature that sometimes got him into trouble. He watched his son for a moment before wearily heading home.

Simon threw a pebble into the water of their little cove and stormed up to the end of the wharf where his small run-about was tied up. He turned his head to see his father step out of view.

“It’s not fair,” he spat into the cooling breeze.

Simon clambered into his small dinghy and pulled the cord on the small motor. The motor revved and he released the rope. Skimming across the water his eye wondered momentarily to the Mermaid anchored beyond the cove before concentrating on the Sea Hawke a little farther out where the water was deeper. 

He eased off the throttle as he neared the Sea Hawke and pulled in alongside. “I know what I’m doing,” he muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth and hauling himself over the side of his father’s precious boat. He’d been out in the Sea Hawke since he was seven. His brother, Thomas, who was only three years older, had taken him out to sea many times.

The engine struggled to start. He stood at the helm and clenched his teeth. “Come on.” He tried again and the motor roared to life. He let the engine idle while he pulled up anchor and methodically coiled the chain onto the deck. With care, he guided the Sea Hawke forward before he turned the boat and headed out to sea.


It was almost an hour of gentle rising and falling over deep-sea waters before he slowed the boat to a stop. “This looks perfect,” he spoke into the salty wind. He watched sea birds fly in circles just above the surface of lightly foaming waves.

“Okay, now the nets.” He struggled and perspiration trickled down his face. Finally the net went over the side and disappeared almost instantly.

He returned to the helm and allowed the boat to move forward. The thick ropes that held the nets to the deck now trailed behind the boat and began to sag under the weight of his catch.

“I knew I could do it,” he congratulated himself.

The boat jolted and twisted in an unexpected swirl of waves. “Huh! What the…”

Simon struggled to steer the Sea Hawke. It began to tip to the starboard side. The wind had also unmistakably risen and Simon began to panic. He cut off the engine and ran to the stern.

“Oh no! Father will be angry.”

The Sea Hawke heaved and Simon grabbed at the ropes for balance. He suddenly found himself leaning far over the edge of the boat. He stared into the clouded eyes of a dead young whale which had snagged in the net. Its weight was pulling the boat over.

When the boat steadied and rested almost completely on its side, he gingerly reached for a fishing knife that hung from a hook on the stern.

“I … can’t … reach … ” He stretched as far as he could but the rise and fall of the boat wrenched it out of reach. He struggled to breathe, coughing violently as the fall of the waves threatened to choke him. The salt stung his eyes and blurred his vision. He vomited onto the deck. Dizziness engulfed him.


“SIMON! SIMON!”

Simon shook his head to clear it. He must be hearing things.

“SIMON, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?”

Simon looked up and around until his eyes fell on his father’s face. He was a little way off the bow in The Mermaid. Through the sea spray he saw Thomas lob a rope over the top of the bow but the dizziness returned and he grabbed the net as the boat rose and fell heavily.

Suddenly, Thomas had a strong arm around him. Thomas’s free hand hacked away at the ropes of the net with his knife. It seemed like an eternity to Simon, but finally the net gave way under the weight and fell into the churning waves. The boat rebounded almost throwing them overboard together. But Thomas held tight.

Simon sat on the deck of The Mermaid, wrapped in an old blanket. He shivered and coughed. The tow ropes slackened and tightened as the boats pushed through the heavy swell. His father hadn’t spoken since Thomas helped him aboard The Mermaid. He turned to his father standing at the helm and met his father’s glare, eyes slightly closed, jaw stiffly jerked sideways. Simon fought against the tears that suddenly threatened. He had hurt his father and lost his trust. Quickly wiping the blanket across his eyes to avoid his father’s penetrating stare; he took a deep breath.

“Are you okay, my son?”

Simon nodded in his father’s direction before looking up. His father’s face had relaxed a little and some of the softness had returned to the deep sea-green eyes. “Yes, Father.” He looked back out over the stern and watched Thomas expertly work at the helm of his father’s crippled Sea Hawke.

© Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Archived in: Younger Teens

DAWN – Awaken the Senses

Dawn illuminates the sky

                  caressing the trees

Songs of the birds fill my ears

                  and slumber from my eyes

The crispness in the air

                 awakens the senses.

© Chrissy Siggee

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Archived in: Poetry Mix

Just a Little

Just a little
of Your holiness,
Just a little touch
of Your gentleness
Brings healing to my soul.

Just a little
of Your inward peace,
Just a little
of Your purest joy
Brings freedom to my soul.

Just a little
of Your glory revealed,
Just a little
of Your Word of life
Brings knowledge of Your love.

© Chrissy Siggee
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED – From my Book: Glimpses of His Glory
Archived in: Christian Reads

Strength

Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. – Ephesians 6:10 (NIV)

Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might. – Ephesians 6:10 (KJV)

One verse, two Bible translations. I like them both and couldn’t decide which to use, so I’ll use both. It’s a powerful way to begin the close the book of Ephesians, a letter addressed to a church. If you ever get the chance to read the six chapters, it’s worth the read.

If you remember anything from reading Ephesians this is the ‘above all else’ verse. The Lord, the one above all else, the creator of our world who gently placed every star in place, delights in you. He delights in me. He is strong and mighty but also gentle and faithful – always.

Don’t think for a moment longer that He doesn’t care about you, because he truly does. Take a moment to take that in… Read more of the Bible and seek out the strength of this truth. Find a Christian author who has written of their experiences in this truth and listen to the words of Christian music that express this truth. In His presence you will find strength.

Father, thank you for the strength You pour out to us through Your Word, through the inspiration of others and through Your Truth in music that is so freely available to us. Help us to be strong in Your power and might. Amen

© Chrissy Siggee 2019

Scripture Verses used are from the New International and the King James Versions of the Bible

Archived in  Christian Reads at Riverside Peace

Fading Cries

fading cries of restless birds          

                   linger in the cooling air—

quietness rests like a gentle hug.

© Chrissy Siggee

From my book : Glimpses of His Glory – ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Archived in: Poetry Mix

The Wonder of Creation

Freshness comes with the morning rain,

Sweet aromas stir the air,

Rock wallabies huddle under the Banksia,

Cockatoos squawk their disgust,

While sparrows splash about in puddles.

The Bottle-Brush droops heavy with wetness,

Streams form in the earth,

Possums scurry to find a drier sleeping place,

Goannas drink their fill,

And eagles find refuge in their lofty nests.

Windows transform with trickling moisture,

Dreary clouds threaten the day,

Kangaroos bound through the Aussie bush,

A snake slithers across the path—

I watch the wonder of His great creation.

© Chrissy Siggee

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

From my book Glimpses of His Glory

Archived in: Christian Reads

Patience

Romans 5:3-5 tell us – “And not only so, but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; and patience, experience; and experience, hope: and hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us.”

Waiting is always difficult and so often we feel it’s wasted time. Patience can be difficult to find in many situations.

Some waiting pet hates:

* Waiting in a doctor’s surgeries, especially when the doctor is getting close to being an hour late.

* Being stuck in traffic.

* Waiting in a queue at the supermarket.

* Waiting for that important phone call or email.

And my favourite:
* Being kept ‘on hold’ on a phone call so you can speak to the right person/department after pressing numbers in reply to mechanical voices.

Maybe you can add more of your own pet hates that take all the patience you can muster.

There is the struggle of waiting patiently on the Lord’s timing too. We need to be aware that our waiting is a human factor that can be both aggravating and disappointing.

Someone told me once that “wait” is God’s middle name. Is God always the instigator of waiting? Does he use these waiting times for His glory and purpose? Answers to these questions can cause further frustration in the waiting game, but God can use all these kinds of waiting to build patience for His Glory.

Galatians 6:9 says: “And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.”

Father, teach me patience through your Word. Help my experiences teach me patience. I can’t always see You working in the times of waiting. Help me take a look back after situations to see that You were there all the time and that your timing is always perfect.

© Chrissy Siggee 2018

Scripture Verses used are from the King James Version of the Bible

Archived in: Christian Reads

Are We Killing Our Koalas?

The koala is a national icon on the path to extinction. Or is it? Professor Tim Flannery investigates the story behind the headlines, meeting researchers working to understand the threats koalas face, and how we can avoid them. Watch Tuesday 16 Feb, 8.30pm. 

After Tuesday night, the film will be available to watch on-demand at ABC’s iview or their website.

Please Note: This is the Australian ABC and Australian Eastern Summer time.

Archived in: Announcements

Wisdom in the Midst of Valentine’s Day Cards, Mush and Romantic Songs

Another short story I wrote back in 2008 to 2010 for The Cypress Times in Texas. I haven’t edited any of them but I thought I might share some of my old writing.

Wisdom in the Midst of Valentine’s Day Cards, Mush and Romantic Songs

Anthony and Gladys were quite a couple who loved each other dearly. After my own parents died, my husband’s parents became more than just family, we were friends. Michael and I valued their wisdom and their guidance, especially on marriage. Gladys passed away a few years ago and Anthony died shortly after. I loved them both, and the memories of Gladys in particular, still make me smile.

I remember one special occasion like it happened yesterday. It began when Gladys and I went shopping for Valentine’s Day. I found what I wanted fairly quickly but nothing was good enough for her Anthony. We read cards for hours but she wanted that perfect card. She wanted a Valentine’s Card with the perfect words.

“You’re the only love in my life,

You’re the only one I love…

When was the last time I said I love you?

“When was the last time I said I care?

It may have been last Valentine’s Day

But I could never be untrue?”

If I tell you that I love you,

If I tell you I’ll be true,

If I tell you you’re my sunshine

Will you be my Valentine?

Even when words are unsaid,

You’re forever in my heart

You’re forever in my head,

We can never part.

I give you my heart,

I give you my all

Just never let me go,

Let me be your Valentine.

“Oh, please. What a lot of mush,” Gladys concluded in desperation.

It was the fifth store we had visited and we had read dozens of silly poems, listened to romantic lyrics and trudged through mazes of red hearts and balloons. I had had enough. Gladys had given up. She replaced the last Valentine card back in the rack and we left—empty handed.

“I tell Anthony all the time that I love him. He tells me all the time. Well no… that’s not quite true.”

We laughed together and left arm-in-arm to the exit and out to the car.

Glad and I were sipping tea on her patio a few days after Valentine’s Day. Her eyes sparkled as she shared some moments from their Valentine’s dinner. Gladys always had a way of weaving teaching and wisdom together with life experiences to tell a story…as well as making it fun. This is what she shared:

“The aroma of roasting beef filled Anthony’s senses the moment he entered the house just after six o’clock…exactly how I had planned it. Our favourite romantic songs played quietly in the background, and two simple taper candles flickered in the gentle breeze from the fan rotating above an elegantly set table for two.

“‘Something smells good,’ Anthony said. It was his usual greeting, followed by a peck on the cheek. ‘Looks good too.’ Anthony opened the oven door to take a long sniff.

“I had even made a lemon-meringue pie for dessert, and told him so as he continued toward the bathroom to shower and change.

“My diamond ring still holds its sparkle, and for the evening, I had let my hair fall over my bare shoulders. They’re more like old prunes these days, but he never seems to mind.”

Gladys and I laughed at that.

Gladys continued. “The softness of the satin evening dress Anthony had bought me for Christmas, matched my mood of the evening.

“Anthony’s after-shower look made me smile. Always has. He looked relaxed after his long day and the scent of his favourite cologne drifted across the table and a wet strand of hair stuck to his forehead. He wore a shirt to match his hazel eyes, which twinkled in the candlelight.”

I smiled at her words. They were still in love, and it showed.

“The music changed as if on cue. ‘Remember this song?’ Anthony had whispered, like he was trying to avoid drowning out the words.

“’Yes,’ I smiled. ‘It was the song on the car radio the night you asked me to marry you. ‘

“Anthony looked into my eyes and said, ‘I love you more now than I can say.’ His boyish grin still captivates my heart.”

Gladys admitted her throat constricted many times that evening.

“I thought about those mushy greeting cards a lot. All I could get out was that I loved him too. Anthony admitted he hadn’t bought a Valentine’s card either. They were all so…”

“Mushy.” We finished the sentence together.


After 40 years of marriage, they didn’t need a card to say how much they loved each other.

“‘No, I guess we’re mushy enough,’ Anthony had declared. He had stood and took me by my hand and led me outside where, in the light of the silvery moon, we old “mushies” danced the night away.”

I miss Glad, and I miss her guidance she gave as the older woman. Yes, Gladys was my mother-in-law but most of all, she was my friend. Our shopping trips were always special. Her wonderful stories will stay with me forever. Perhaps one day, I’ll have a daughter-in-law of my own to whom I can pass on Gladys’s stories and share similar ones of my own.

© Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Archived in: Short Fiction

ECO River Cruise

Today we took in the views from the Port Jet Eco River Cruise Boat.
It was the perfect day with lots of sunshine and clear skies.
The Hasting River Oyster farms were scattered along the route.
An old Sydney ferry waiting to be renovated for river cruises.
This old place was once used by oyster farmers.
Now fish, oysters and other marine life attached themselves to anything submerged.
Mangroves appear as nature intended up and down the north side of the river.
An Osprey watched all the humans floating by in the cruise boat.
Pelicans were the only other birds we sited.
Oyster farms, mangroves and then the mountains in the background made the perfect view.
Under the only bridge connecting the southern shore to the northern shore.
Captain Jake at the helm.
Osprey Nest.
Jodie a wildlife photographer was on board and told us this is a Female Osprey.
Bridge crossing the Hastings River.
Norm took a great photo here of a couple of many pelicans we saw on the two hour cruise.

Unfortunately, there were no signs of resident dolphins or other wildlife which we were assured by the crew was unusual. Perhaps it was the relaxing afternoon that kept them home.

Photos by Norm and Chrissy Siggee.

Archived in: Retirement

Close of Day

silence captures a moment in time—

                  an owl sounds the close of day,

a hush falls over the darkening sky

                  and the world closes its eyes to sleep.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

© Chrissy Siggee

From my book:   Glimpses of His Glory

Archived in: Poetry Mix

Beautiful Jesus

Beautiful Jesus, to you I sing,
My life and plans are yours
Let this life of mine
Be filled with gladness and joy
I sing praises and songs to you.

Wonderful Jesus, to you I pray,
My heart and my gifts are yours
Let this heart of mine
Be filled with love and kindness
I pray praises and songs to you.

Loving Father, to you I give,
My soul and my will are yours
Let this heart of mine
Be filled with images of your love
I give praises and songs to you.

© Chrissy Siggee

 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
From my book: Glimpses of His Glory

Archived in: Christian Reads

Encouragement

Therefore, brothers and sisters, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart and with the full assurance that faith brings, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching. – Hebrews 10:19-25

Have you been discouraged by someone you have respected and encouraged? Did you find this disheartening and possibly weakened your desire to continue to encourage others?

Words can either build up or pull down. We need to persevere in encouraging others in their faith— until He comes. This is a basic instruction from His Word. It’s not an option nor is it a ‘when we feel like it’ requirement.

There are times I have to stop and reflect on the needs and situations of others and sometimes I don’t feel like encouraging. For instance, when someone has left me less than encouraged. But in reality, it’s my responsibility to encourage others – no matter how I feel or what others may have done to me.

Don’t allow discouraging words to weaken your faith or neglect the gifts God has given you. Don’t allow disappointments prevent you from encouraging others.

Galatians 6:9 says “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up!”

Father, help me to keep my eyes on you. Strengthen me in times when I’m discouraged by others so that I may persevere in doing what is right. Help me to hold fast the profession of my faith in you without wavering. Amen.

© Chrissy Siggee – 2019

Scripture Verses used are from the New International Version of the Bible

Archived in: Christian Reads