Chapter 34 Athel's Costume (Take One)
"You’re not much of a sailor, are you?" the Captain assessed.
"I’m afraid I’m not," the man answered with a smile and a bow. "My name is Privet Tamarack, Palace Guard to Queen Hazel Forsythia of Wysteria, who has sent me here to find her daughter."
Near the forecastle, Athel climbed up on the deck wearing a pair of bright red hakama divided trousers, a slightly pleated skirt tied with a bow, a white haori jacket. In her hands she held a strand of Shinto prayer beads. She was about to apply polish to the ship’s cannon when she noticed Privet, and let out a girly squeal of delight and ran across the deck, throwing her arms around him and nestling into his broad chest.
"CUT" the director called out. "This isn't working, let's try something else. A different costume maybe."
(Take Three)
Near the forecastle, Athel climbed up on the deck wearing ghillie shoes, a plaid tartan skirt, a plaid sash, and carrying a set of bagpipes. She was about to apply polish to the ship’s cannon when she noticed Privet, and let out a girly squeal of delight and ran across the deck, throwing her arms around him and nestling into his broad chest.
"CUT" the director called out. "That isn't working either, let's try another one."
(Take Seven)
Near the forecastle, Athel climbed up on the deck wearing a black and red jester's costume, with long motley curled slippers. On her head she wore a tri-tailed fools-hat with a bell at each tip. She was about to apply polish to the ship’s cannon when she noticed Privet, and let out a girly squeal of delight and ran across the deck, throwing her arms around him and nestling into his broad chest.
"CUT" the director called out.
"How many times are we going to do this?" Athel asked in frustration, the bells on her hat jingling sweetly.
"We'll do it until we get it right," the director responded.
(Take Eleven)
Near the forecastle, Athel climbed up on the deck wearing a plain white buttoned shirt with a thick-striped red and gold tie, a gray knitted v-neck jumper with a red and gold neckline, a pleated skirt, and an open black buttoned robe with the a house emblem on it. In her hand she carried a short black wand. She was about to apply polish to the ship’s cannon when she noticed Privet, and let out a girly squeal of delight and ran across the deck, throwing her arms around him and nestling into his broad chest.
"Seriously?" the director called out.
(Take Fourteen)
Near the forecastle, Athel climbed up on the deck wearing a plaid T-shirt, over-striped bell-bottom jeans, and a bright faux fur vest with fringe trim. She was about to apply polish to the ship’s cannon when she noticed Privet, and let out a girly squeal of delight and ran across the deck, throwing her arms around him and nestling into his broad chest.
"Not even close" the director called out.
"OH COME ON!" Athel yelled, stamping her foot.
(Take Twenty One)
Near the forecastle, Athel climbed up on the deck wearing a full bright pink ballgown with white lacy trim. Her hair was teased up into a banged beehive crowned with a silver tiara. She was about to apply polish to the ship’s cannon when she noticed Privet, and let out a girly squeal of delight and ran across the deck, throwing her arms around him and nestling into his broad chest.
"CUT" the director called out. "Let’s try another one.
"That's it, I quit!" Athel announced, lifting up the hem of the dress and stomping off.
"Somebody get my agent on the phone!”
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