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A Better Time, A Different Time – Tale One: To Each His Own
Story written on January 12, 2008 by writerz86.
“You’re right my love he wouldn’t abandon us,” he said and that much Julian did believe, he believed that Ulysses had a strong regard for family and he wouldn’t abandon them when they needed him; that he made sure he instilled in his son.
At sea…
It was a beautiful day at sea, the sun was shinning brightly, the wind was blowing and the sky was so clear. On the ship that carried Ulysses and Virgil to their new lives everything was well. In fact in Ulysses’ eyes everything was real good, he was feeling great, better than he had in a long time and that was just by being free of Ithaca. They had already been out a week at sea and they were both enjoying themselves.
“So have you decided on a name yet?” Virgil asked as he attacked Ulysses who grinned at his friend as he fought off the attack with ease.
“Yea I think I like Thomas,” Ulysses said and Virgil grinned at his friend then ducked as Ulysses swung at his head. They were on deck where there was some space and they weren’t in anyone’s way as they sparred. They were both shirtless and sweat covered their bodies since they had been at for about an hour.
“Not bad,” Virgil said.
“And what will your name be?” Ulysses asked and Virgil looked at him as he blocked Ulysses’ attack.
“Who said I was changing my name, I like it very much, thank you,” Virgil said and Ulysses grinned.
“Fine, fine, keep your name, Virgil is common enough,” Ulysses said and Virgil stopped and looked at Ulysses.
“Common? My name is not common,” Virgil said and Ulysses looked at his friend and hunched his shoulders.
“If you say so but I know of at least three other Virgil’s that live somewhere in Greece,” Ulysses said and Virgil looked at him.
“Well I guess changing my name couldn’t hurt,” he said. ‘Gotcha,’ Ulysses thought to himself and he and Virgil continued sparring. “I’ve got it,” Virgil said and they stopped for a minute, “what do you think about Zachary or Andrew?” Virgil asked and Ulysses placed his sword on his shoulder as he thought about it.


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