The Shanghaiing Of Shakespeare
THE SHANGHAIING OF SHAKESPEARE
A BD Mini Adventure by S. Mathew Mayer.
Prologue
What happened to Coffey, Trisees and Shakespeare all those weeks
earlierÂ…
1.
Hazel Coffey, chief plastic surgeon, paced back and forth in the
back area of the starbug, whilst her rescue partner, mental
technology specialist Lawrence V. Trisees piloted the starbug with
supreme precision. About eight hours earlier an unknown entity had
captured the Blue Dwarf's chief surgeon and resident bard, Doctor
William Shakespeare. The entity had kidnapped the blind doctor and
stolen one of the ship's starbugs, small green miniature spaceships
capable of long distance journeys.
Doing the only thing she could think of, Coffey stole a starbug of
her own and recruited moody scientist Trisees to help her reclaim the
man who she loved more than anything. So far, after eight hours of
chasing, the pair had gotten no closer, it seemed, to the starbug
containing Shakespeare and the entity.
She was pacing back and forth worriedly, thoughts of never seeing
the surgeon again occupying her mind.
"Coffey, for god's sakes calm down before you wear a hole through
that floorway," shouted Trisees from the cockpit.
"I can't help it," she called back, "I'm worried he's hurt, or
worse."
"He's fine," called Trisees. "If there's one thing you can be
certain of that damned bard never gets hurt!"
Coffey rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"I hope so," she muttered. "I really hope so."
Trisees yawned and looked at the small readout displayed to his
left. There were two green dots on it, roughly three inches apart.
One represented their ship, the other was the ship they were
chasing. Trisees looked through the viewscreen and back down at the
display.
"Doesn't make any sense," he muttered, tapping a few buttons. "No,
Lawrence, what doesn't make any sense is why you are helping Coffey
find a man you despise," he told himself. "This is lunacy of the
highest order. You could be sitting in your house right now,
enjoying yourself somehow. But no, you had to agree to help Coffey,
a woman you hate, find a man who stole your life that you also hate.
Sometimes I really don't understand what goes through your mind."
Trisees stopped and shook his head.
"And talking to yourself will just get you an appointment with
Cerebrum."
A bleary eyed Coffey stumbled into the cockpit, obviously having
just been asleep.
"Everything ok?" she asked.
"Frankly, no," stated Trisees. He pointed at the radar screen.
"According to this wonderful piece of technology, I should be able
to see the other starbug right there." He then pointed out of the
window. "Its not moving, it's stopped, but it's not where it should
be."
"And where should it be exactly?"
"We should be next to it," he said.
<to be continued>