1.5 Just on Ferries

Ted got off the blue line at High Street, and walked the couple blocks to the Empire-Fulton Ferry State Park.  As usual he had forgotten about an actual breakfast, but there was a hot dog cart on the way to the park.  Ted also had to walk by the old tobacco warehouses lining the park.  They seemed to ignore the fact that the sun was shining, pretending instead to be under an eternally gray sky.  Ted wondered if some vagrants lived in the empty warehouses.  That was likely the reason that the Ferry State Park had become so run down.  Ted grimaced with the thought of some homeless pushing trash out of their rat’s nests in to the park below.  He flipped open his pocket notebook, after finishing his hot dog, and made a note to call one of his buddies at the police office to see if they can’t get the homeless out of the warehouses. 
(Are there protesters? 50/50. No.)
 Ted sighed when he saw the park before him.  He was half hoping the few liberals had already started a protest.  It would draw a few police, and then he could chat with them about the likely homeless problem. 
 
After a half stroll through the park without a sense of connection, Ted decided to take a ferry ride around the bay.  He doubted there would be anything to connect, but it would be nice.  He had not done anything close to a tourist thing in quite some time.  So, he bought a ticket and sat on the small ferry boat waiting for it to take off.  Ted noticed that there were no large tourist groups today.  Only a few small families dotted the two decks of the boat, and they gave Ted plenty of room to sit and contemplate by himself when the ride finally started. 
(Does the ferry ride go past the treasure hunting ship, Sharon? Somewhat likely. No.)
 Ted concentrated on the bay’s horizon rather than watch the Brooklyn skyline as they headed out along New York Bay.  He did not want to become awash in memories, and with so much time on the police force, memories were nearly in every building.  Even the tobacco warehouses held a memory for Ted. 
(Random past event: lie nature)
 As a detective, Ted had let a man go free because after intense interrogation the suspect seemed honest about being a law-abiding entrepreneur.  Everything about the suspect checked out.  No one would believe Ted that the man was guilty of the rape and murder of a 17-year old girl they found dead under the Brooklyn Bridge.  A few days later another girl went missing, and Ted was led to the old warehouses.  That girl was already dead, but the suspect they set free was sleeping next to her desecrated body.  Ted, alone on that warehouse floor, gave a false reading into the radio, and then he shot the rapist in cold blood.
 
On the ferry, Ted shuddered, and he prayed that one of the homeless would leave a cigarette burning so that the vacant warehouses would all just burn.  He believed that worse things than those rapes had happened in those buildings.  As the ferry headed back towards the dock, Ted imagined billowing smoke rising out of the warehouses, and flashed back to the memory of his dream.  He shot a glance over the rail of the ferry to see if there was any gold or bodies beneath.  The sunlight dancing on the top of the small waves blocked any view of the depths below.
 
Once Ted was back home he started a pot of noodles.  Ted  had thought about heading to Joe’s for a beer and some wings, but he was getting a little tired from the walking, ferry ride, and the sun.  There was still some meat on the chicken carcass in his fridge, and after adding a dash of soy sauce and some green onions, Ted felt like he would have a decent meal.  He tried to do a few chores while the noodles cooked in order to prolong the excitement before checking his email.  Whatever was in his inbox would determine whether the day was over, and there were no good games on tonight. 
(Did the reporter reply? 50/50. No.)
 Finally with the food ready, Ted sat down at the computer letting the noodle bowl steam on the side.  There was a few police brotherhood events in his inbox, but nothing else.  Nothing about the treasure hunter.  Ted stared between the inbox and the newspaper clippings.  The day was actually relaxing, and not stale, but Ted got no sense of self-affirmation.  It was days like this where he doubted this was anything more than some schizophrenic mission that would take him to a padded old folk’s home.  He had not gotten a strong hit in weeks. 
 
Ted finally decided to leave the three clippings by his computer in the hopes he might receive an email or find something else about the Ferry State Park.  He took his now cold noodle bowl, still full, to the couch and turned on the TV. 
(Scene End: Ted’s Chaos = 7).
(Notes:Sometimes there will be posts like these where nothing happens, especially to Ted, who is the reactor in this story.  It is kind of tough playing Ted because I (and you) know what the connection already is.  We already saw what Ci did, and there will be little if any ambiguity in the news story that deals with her.  The dice just didn’t want Ted to make the connection this time.  Also I am going to split the Chaos for Ted and Ci.)
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~ by Ravious on April 16, 2009.

One Response to “1.5 Just on Ferries”

  1. I like Ted. ;-}

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