i wrote a little something! works just fine as a standalone, but technically it’s a companion piece to stages of appreciation. (pt3 of which is still a while off, sry.)
in which there is carpenter!flint, woodworking, domestic fluff and lots of thoughts about the ocean. i learnt a lot about tree species native to north america.
wooden tides to run – chapter 1: to carve out an ocean
rating: T (might go up to M for part 2)
pairing: james flint/thomas hamilton
word count: 1,617
Of all the things from his past he had expected to exert its influence on him, this was not one he had expected to be so significant. His father had worked mostly as mate to a ship’s carpenter, though intermittently he had taken regular landbound work the way James was doing now.
With the spectre of Captain Flint still hovering about every port of the New World, James had decided to keep his distance, lest he be recognised – not to mention that Thomas, for all his talents, did not have the makings of a sailor. Separation was out of the question, and James had found his newest home in a town close enough to the shore to still catch the ocean breeze, though it took several hours of riding to reach the ocean. And the town had found, in James Barlow, a new carpenter.
There was something deeply pleasing about working with wood.
It wasn’t temperamental as the sea at first glance; but what was a tree if not ever-changing, ever-moving in its quest for growth? The whorls and gnarls were like waves made to last, their shape a testament to its history, in the same way a wave was formed by wind and currents. It was like holding a piece of the sea, made to endure by unknown hands.
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