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Ross Trevelyan
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Author, 1816 picaresque--mystery thriller, maritime adventure, international intrigue. "Black is the Sea at Night." Excerpts on #WIPSnips.

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October 2, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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salmon>>>fish

Okay this one is long, and also not really a WIP, but it's such a lovely moment between Mari and her dad. There is a throughline of Whittaker (Dad) giving emotional support and pep talks.

Mari is having A Bad Time, hence the ice cream.

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As I popped off the carton lid and began shoveling mint chocolate chip into my face, he gave a small chuckle. “Hm?” I hummed, my mouth full. “This reminds me of the first time I took you fishing,” he said fondly. I furrowed my brow, not sure how consolatory ice cream made a path to fishing. “What do you mean?” I asked, taking another giant spoonful. Whit took his own spoonful of ice cream as he contemplated. “You must have been four, and I was- well, I was young… Anyway, I was working at the academy so that I wouldn’t have to leave the village on missions, but I still felt guilty about not spending enough time with you, so I decided to take you fishing. I had actually expected you to get bored quickly, but you were surprisingly into it—you were a pretty easygoing kid; thanks for that.” “Mm,” I said noncommittally. “I didn’t blossom into anxiety until adulthood.” “Huh,” Whit half-chuckled, taking another thoughtful bite here and there as he continued his story. “You caught a few fish—I may have helped a bit—and you were having a great time, but then, when you went to cast the line again, the hook got caught in your thumb.” “Agh!” I gasped, reflexively curling my fingers around my thumb and holding that against my chest. “I don’t remember that!” “I’m glad,” he replied. “You were in pain, and you wouldn’t stop crying for at least half an hour. It was hard to see. It wasn’t that bad, though—it didn’t bleed too much, it just took a quick bandage to fix. I took you back home, and we sat at the kitchen table and had mint ice cream until you felt better.” “Well, that’s nice,” I said, smiling softly. “It was,” Whit agreed. “It is.” He kissed my head. “Plus,” he continued, “once you remembered that you had caught several fish, and that we got to eat them, you couldn’t wait to go back out and fish again.”
October 2, 2025 at 3:40 PM
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October 2, 2025 at 2:11 PM