Fletcher Quill Chapter 132

ADVENTURES OF FLETCHER QUILL

It has been five insane long ugly year's since Justice Quill smelled the deep black Irish sea wafting through his beloved castle Ravens Haven... Drake his number one man  in charge when he is absent has taken excellent care of the old man's prize possessions.

The sweet talented three young woman who crewed the 60 foot sailboat that easily made the three and a half week passage from Sausalito California are busy with three cell phones in each hand catching up with lovers and friends...

"Drake my good man. Thank you so much for keeping my castle in wonderful shape! Your careful tending to my garden and fly tower will not be forgotten Sir." " It has been my destiny to be at your call all these years. Your girl crew seems happy with their spacious quarters. I have made the cook aware of their special needs from pounds of vegies to unlimited Rum an Coke orders."

"The girls will be here for around ten days or until they get itchy for more sea adventures. Have my local boat outfitters do a  survey of the boat and have it restocked with more then three months of supplies just to be safe."

"Yes Sir. Several calls for you have been listed in my notes for you. The Dali Lama and General Duke Parker are most recent. The USA President has been a steady e-mail and tweet noise. And global news people are begging Sir!"

Would you please heat up my library/fly tower. Will have lunch there today. If the girls need me send them up..."

"Your 488 Italian rocket arrives in three days. Your Supreme Court Clerk needs your attention before the weeks end he says?"

Quill's first night in five years wondering around his 2000 year old Irish  castle has been sublime... It's 3am and he is concentrating on his 16 inch deep space telescope which he missed dearly! Moments before starting a new search for the elusive Saturn inner ring, a gentle knock envades his quiet space time.

It's one of his trusty gal sailors Brittny, "Can't sleep Captain. Mind if I bother you?" "Come sit and peer into millions of past years with me. I'll have Drake bring us some Old Scotch - that will put the sandman in those eyes young lady."

"My Lord this thing is so powerful! Can we check out the full moon next?"

Quill reaches for his gold hash pipe gift from Keef Richards. He fires up a glowing bowl and hands it to Blond Brittny. She takes a long slow drag and hands it back very slowly... Drake arrives with the Scotch as Quill plays his  Miles Davis CD.

All is well at Ravens Haven. "Justice Quill what is next for you Sir? After five years of pprotest on that sea bird toilet as you named it! Now what?"

"In my insane life whats next is the question that never rests... Several projects are on the table including my retiring from the totally useless Supream Court. An extended fly fishing trip into areas of America rarely fished and a helicopter fly fishing trip into ancient rural China are fasinating."

"What about another long sail boat passage, you seemed to really enjoy our little boat ride."

"It was sublime you and the other  girl sailors made the trip flawless. Take a look at this bright red nebula cluster could be a rich girls brooch."

"Excuse me Sir, His most high holiness Dali Lama would like a word."

"Dali my most holy man, just watching the stars and sipping ancient scotch with one of my gal crew. "

"I have taken your advice and sampled a few of those nasty tasting magic mushrooms you sent me. Goes perfect with old slow blues or Miles Davis Kinda Blue."

"Always wonderful to hear your voice in lilting tones... You may want to tune in some visuals like butterfly migrations or any of the nature channels."

"I miss our time together and the blissful long  languid Alcatraz foggy nights..."

"As soon as your duties permit come stay here at Ravens Haven my friend. You will enjoy my new 16 inch deep space scope."

"I will let you know when life permits another extended hang. The gong sounds its time for last preyers my good friend. peace and love to you." Quill sits alone watching the near perfect rear end of his late night scotch/hash guest wind down the long staircase leading to the castles ground floor...

Late nights alone in his castle library with only old books and great memories give Quill endless joy and comfort. Drake has been instructed no calls or visitors as the smoke from another long pull on his hash pipe ends another evening in his own
never never land.

The old justice reluctantly begins going over the five cell phones full of messages from his five year absence. In his hard heart he knows many of the cell messages will be from ex girlfriends long extinct from his winding life.

"Quilly its me sweety -just saw your old face on the news! What the fuck are you and your main boys doing on that filthy bird shit stained rock in San Francisco Bay? Have you lost whats left of that once sharp brain or what?"

"Justice Quill its your Supream Court Clerk Barron. We have not heard from you in so long the other Justices are talking of letting the President know. They want you to either retire or refire as Kennedy puts it!"

"Drake before I do anything else make sure Temba gets his late night cream and then put his new kitty bed next to mine. Has he been eating and sleeping ok? "

"Yes sir your beloved feline beast is healthy and full of life..."

(How long will this castle tranquility last?)