Saturday, February 29, 2020
Welcome back to the #steampunk riverboat, my chuckaboos!
Sometimes a “random reader thing” comes from a comment that I just can’t resist. That’s what happened when John W. Howell mentioned conundrum.
It’s been quite a while since this riverboat first left the dock. Before reading this chapter, you might want to review Chapter 1 — Dance, or Chapter 10 — Cover. Without further ado…
All aboard!
The Delta Pearl
Chapter 26 — Mesmerize

Sunlight flashed into my eyes. An odd clicking caused me to look up into the sky. The fluttering sound of a bird came to my ears. I shielded my eyes with my hand. Then I spotted something brass colored as it streaked across the blue sky above the Delta Pearl.
Onyx!
I was happy to see the Captain’s clockwork owl. My joy quickly turned to concern. The brass owl’s flight was erratic. Onyx appeared to be headed for the pilot house. I rushed up the stairs to the highest part of the riverboat.
I was not surprised to find Captain Cecil Perlog with his head of unruly platinum hair bent over the clockwork creature. What I had not expected was to see Dr. Victor T. Elam there as well. Victor inspected the owl’s wing in minute detail. Although, I shouldn’t have been surprised. He was brilliant inventor and good with any sort of mechanism.
“Don’t worry your head about Onyx, Emmie. He’s going to be just fine,” the Captain assured me.
“Emmie?” Victor asked, turning to me.
He raised his eyebrows in a way that was a sure threat of teasing about my despised nickname. The only people who could get away with calling me Emmie were the Captain and the Cook.
“I’ll battyfang you within an inch of your life if you ever even think of using that name,” I hissed at Victor.

I couldn’t persuade the Captain to tell me where Onyx had been. Although it was apparent that he would not tell Victor either, so I excused myself, saying I had to go back to my duties. However, that was not my intention.
The combination of sight and sound when I spotted Onyx flying back to the riverboat triggered an old memory. When I was a child on the riverbank, I had caught a glimpse of the clockwork owl. It was just before I saw the Delta Pearl for the first time.
Something about that day was buried, hidden from my memory. Jaspe had told me that there were holes in what I could remember from my childhood, particularly the ones that were near that time. He said that if I had kept myself from remembering things, that it was best to leave it alone.
“Why torture yourself, cher?” he had asked in that soft quasi French accent. “You are safe here with the Delta Pearl, and surrounded by those who care about you, n’est-ce pas? This conundrum is best left alone. C’est tout.”
Abruptly I wanted to check something in that beautiful old portrait. My stomach twisted around the idea that something in that painting related to that first day. Yet, I believed the Dealer was right. If I had misplaced the memory of something from that terrible time, it was likely best if I let it stay lost. The hairs on my arms stood up.
I wasn’t sure what I thought I would find, but I had to check that portrait.

Perhaps the portrait mesmerized me. I don’t know how long I stood there gazing at the old painting of the beautiful woman. Of course, the model was unaccountably familiar to me, but everything else about the painting fascinated me as well. I couldn’t imagine how the artist painted the woman’s hair to make it shine with such luster.
Also, I was amazed by the generous number of interesting things in the background. Of course, they were done in tiny brush strokes, which seemed like an impossible task to one as lacking in artistic talent as myself.
To the model’s right was a grouping of buildings and a port. To her left was a depiction of a grassy outcropping that stood high above the river below. I doubt the details would be noticed without intense scrutiny of the portrait, but it was the presence of those minute additions that caused the painting to enthrall me.
Looking at the outcropping brought memories of long ago. It was so much like a place by the river at my childhood home. Unfortunately, all those memories were bad. Once again, goosebumps rose on my arms. I turned my attention back to the cameo that was nearly a duplicate of my own.
As I stared at the tiny landscape, I saw that what I had taken for a tree on the outcropping was a human figure. The tiny painted person moved to the edge and jumped off the cliff!
I gasped. It was impossible for something in a painting to move!
I was vaguely aware of hearing someone behind me, but I was so engrossed that I did not turn.
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End Chapter 26
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Transfixed by the movement inside a painting, goosebumps, hearing someone behind you… Émeraude, I think I’d turn around! Thanks for visiting. I hope you’ll leave a comment to say hello, before you leave, my chuckaboos.
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Aaaaahhh a cliff hanger. Definitely turn around!!!! Before it’s too late …
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Haha! Jill, you never know who or what might be behind you on the Delta Pearl. Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo.
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Aaah, more mysteries. An ancient ancestor? The same cameo? Destiny? I love your hints and how you have me guessing. Another fun episode, Teagan. 🙂
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You are so kind to catch up, Diana. I’m delighted you enjoyed it. Hugs on the wing!
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I read this post and was amazed by the description of one of the figures moving. Then I opened my phone to discover that Google Photos had animated some recent photos, and now my dog grinned up at me, wagging her head and panting.
“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.”—Arthur C. Clarke, Third law of SciFi.
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Hi Barb. I’ve always liked that Clarke quote. Although I don’t know who makes it, that video editing software that’s out now — the one that makes amazingly realistic changes to video (not just photos) is truly frightening. For the past four years I’ve cautioned people on Facebook that those fun face altering things (How you’d look if…) and even the “test your knowledge” games can be used for harmful purposes… LOL, maybe I should add “You’re not paranoid when they’re really watching you.”
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Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo!
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Maybe the picture came from Hogwarts – lots of people moving in those frames, lol.
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Haha! I haven’t thought about that in a decade.
One of the first stories I wrote was about a shadow/person in a mirror. (I was on a brief writing kick in 7th grade, but my parents made me stop.)
Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo!
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I love your imagination…..the twists and turns are so incredible! Another great episode and another surprise……awesome post!!!
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Thanks so very much, Kirt. I appreciate you staying with this riverboat. Have a great week, my chuckaboo!
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You, too!! We are headed up to Seattle Thursday to celebrate our youngest and her husbands 30th birthday (they are just days apart….college sweethearts, but took about 5 years after graduation to figure it out.) Will be back on board the Delta Pearl next week!!
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Now *that* is a wonderful story. Wishing all of you a great time. Safe journey.
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Well, well, a very short, but sweet chapter. Many layers are adding up in your tale, just like the layers of paint in Euphemia Gray by Thomas Richmond added up to such beauty. i am smitten by that painting. {{hugs}}
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Thanks Resa. It’s good feedback for me that you see the layers coming together. I was taken with that portrait too. It doesn’t match the details, but it captured the idea. Hugs right back, my chuckaboo!
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So glad that Onyx has re-emerged. The suspense has knocked me cattywumpus with aniticipation and concern. Hurry up next Saturday!
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It really makes me happy for you to say that, Pat. Thanks for being on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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Oh, I am so glad Onyx made it back fairly unharmed. I do hope the Captain and Victor can repair the wing. Wow! That would definitely spook me if a figure in a painting moved. My curiosity is piqued! Great segment, Teagan!
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Why thank you so much, Jan. I’m tickled pink that you enjoyed it, my chuckaboo!
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Great episode, Teagan:) I’d probably let out a acream if someone came up behind me while a figure in a picture was moving. I hope the owls wing is okay!
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Ha! It’s pretty much a guarantee that I would scream, Denise. Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo!
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oooh, what a chapter, Teagan. I do hope Onyx will be okay and where has the owl come from? The portrait, it has a message for Emmie, but is it a good one? Brilliant. xxx
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It does seem to want to communicate something to Emeraude, doesn’t it? I’m so glad you enjoyed this, Adele. Have a wonderful new week, my chuckaboo!
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It’s gotten a habit for me to save your posts for a quiet moment so I can saviour them. Excellent episode, very spooked and intrigued where this is going next.
Happy weekend ❤
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That’s music to my ears, Christoph. I’m so glad you’re on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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What can I say, Teagan? It seems like the adventure is really starting to ramp up now! Yowzer! There are LAYERS to this story!!
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Thank you, Joanne. I always aim for layers in my novels. Although it’s not always such a good idea for serials (makes it difficult for readers over the course of so many weeks)… But this is a re-write, because I wasn’t satisfied with the novel. It’s a… conundrum I guess. 😀 Thanks for reading, my chuckaboo!
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Another great hook, Teagan!
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You’re so kind, Bette. Thanks for visiting the riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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Enchanted painting eh….only once I had a similar experience and something in my childhood jumped in my memory while I was admiring the painting. This is a nice twist to your story,
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Wow! That’s interesting, Valentina.
Are you still in Italy? Wherever you are, thank you for taking time to read and comment. Hugs on the wing!
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Oh, my!! The person in the painting jumped off the cliff. That is a true cliffhanger – pun intended. I’m not sure Emmie remembering her past is a good thing. I am liking Victor more and more. Fabulous episode, Teagan!
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Ha! I didn’t even think about that (cliff) Jennie. I’m glad Victor has a friend in you. I hope the Captain will begin to warm up to him — to the possibility of him and Emeraude being together. Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo!
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I hope so, too. Happy weekend! 🙂
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I was so concerned about what Émeraude might remember I didn’t expect the person jumping off a cliff in the painting. Especially doing it right before Émeraude’s eyes. A super episode, Teagan.
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Well dash my wig! If I surprised you, my chuckaboo, then I’ve accomplished something! 😉 I’m delighted you enjoyed it, John. Hugs!
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Yes you did. 😁
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I probably would have screamed, lol. It IS interesting how painters create depth and brilliance to paintings- especially ones like above that have stood the test of time.
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I would certainly have needed a stiff drink, Jacquithe! I agree about the paintings. I remember this one (link) by Dughet being used in my class (9th grade) as an example of how much harder it is to create a landscape from the imagination. I would have thought it was the opposite, but quickly found out the teacher was correct. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Imaginary_Landscape_MET_DP225500.jpg
(The image at the link is very dark… sorry.)
Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo!
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Oh, wow! That’s beautiful!
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Darn you Teagan. I’m hooked again. Quit lollygagging around and finish this story. 🙂
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I hope the hook wasn’t too barbed. 😉 Thanks for visiting, my chuckaboo!
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Very clever my chickadee. 🙂
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Onyx is back, and apparently no worse for the wear. But where in the world was he? And that still leaves Amethyst as a no-show.
Then there’s the mysterious portrait. You know the one I mean….where things move in it! I still think the woman in the portrait is Emeraude’s mother, or perhaps grandmother. Or maybe it’s Emeraude herself from another lifetime!! Good grief!! You have me thinking like you now! Lol.
This is a super-charged episode Teagan. Yes, you are very mean to leave us hanging on the cliff again. 😂😂
🐾Ginger 🐾
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Egad! Ginger if you are thinking like me — get help now!
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I think Amethyst might be off on an investigation of her own. She probably leaves reports, but they’d be in the form of spiderwebs, and the cleaning crew would brush them away. Heartfelt thanks for reading and commenting, my chuckaboo!
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A great chapter, Teagan! Now we are all asking what with or behind the famous painting. 😉 Thank you for the great episode, have a beautiful weekend! Michael
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I’m delighted you liked it, Michael. Ha! The funny thing is (remember this is a re-write) I don’t remember for certain what I decided was going on with that painting myself! 🤪
A beautiful weekend to you too, my chuckaboo!
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Thank you for the information, Teagan! I think i will get back in my mind. 😉 Best wishes, Michael
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A fabulous episode, Teagan. The mysterious woman in the picture is back.
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I’m tickled pink that you liked it, Robbie. Yes, the painting is back… and I do wonder what she is up to… 😀 Thanks for being on this riverboat, my chuckaboo.
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An interesting development with the enchanted painting, Teagan. I am enjoying the ride!
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Hi Lavinia. This riverboat has been “rolling on the river” for so long, it was time to circle back to some old questions as a reminder. We’ll see what else might develop with that painting. 😉 I appreciate your visits, my chuckaboo!
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Great chapter, Teagan! Okay, things moving in a painting would certainly freak me out. 🙂 Happy Saturday!
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Welcome to the Delta Pearl, Jill. I love paintings that have a sense of movement — as if something is just about to move, or someone will be back at any moment. This painting takes that a step (or three) further. 😉 A Victorian word for “chuckaboo” is a Victorian word for “dear friend” — so thanks for being on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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Once again you’ve brought us close enough to share Emmie’s (sorry) thoughts and the feelings they evoke. Your characters come alive in your writing, and now I wait anxiously for next week. Great chapter, Teagan.
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Thank you kindly, Dan. I’m delighted that you liked this chapter. LOL… I couldn’t resist that ending.
Thanks for being on this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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You like leaving us hanging…I knew it 😉
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Bwahahahahaha!
😉
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Ooh that IS a cliffhanger! Can’t wait for the next episode!
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LOL, I admit to having a mean streak with that ending, Fraggle. I’m happy you enjoyed it, my chuckaboo. Hugs to you and Phil.
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I don’t know how you manage to give us a cliffhanger and put questions in our minds every week, but you do! Outstanding!!
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Thank you kindly GP. This riverboat has been “rolling on the river” for so long, it was time to circle back to some old questions as a reminder. I appreciate your visits, my chuckaboo!
PS: I need to go back to your posts about the Japanese planes, the Violet Lightning. I’m finally trying to dig back into that story I started in November. I think you sent me a name for the pilot. Hugs on the wing.
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Yes, we were wondering what you would do with a story entitled Violet Lightning.
https://pacificparatrooper.wordpress.com/2019/10/21/violet-lightning-and-mighty-wind-japanese-late-war-fighters/
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Oh, that’s not the story, it’s a… “character”. I’m bringing one of the Japanese planes into the story (although it’s been modified with artificial intelligence), and its pilot. Excellent! I appreciate the link. Hugs!
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Yes, that’s right! Now I recall! I love that idea.
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The painting is alive! Tragically so, it would appear. Very cool twist to the story!
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I’m happy you were ready to “do the twist” today, Priscilla. Thanks for being on this riverboat, my chuckaboo.
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog.
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Adored Ape, I appreciate you sharing this from your tree house. I hope the sun is shining there today. Thanks for being part of this riverboat, my chuckaboo!
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Starting to snow 🦍🤗❤️❤️🤗🦍
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Egad! First floods, now snow! Mother Nature is really trying to battyfang your area. Stay safe and warm. More hugs.
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Reblogged this on ravenhawks' magazine and commented:
Nice, now I can’t wait to see who or what is sneaking up behind her.
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I’m delighted that you enjoyed this little chapter, Dyanna. Thanks for sharing from your magazine, my chuckaboo!
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Reblogged this on lampmagician and commented:
Exiting and Mesmerizing indeed 🧡🙏🥰💖
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I’m so pleased that you think so, Magician. Heartfelt thanks for reblogging, my chuckaboo!
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surely I do my pleasure dear Teagan, it is a wonderful story 👍🤗 bot this one under the title Mesmerize, has pot an old song in my head which you might know it.😉💖
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What a lovely surprise. Dietrich was wonderful. Thanks for the song. Hugs!
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An enchanted painting. That would be transfixing. I would baffyfang someone within an inch of their life if they called me Emmie. It’s not an endearing name.
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It would stop me in my tracks. I love paintings with a sense of movement. One of my favorites (and I gave it away when I moved) was an outdoor scene of chairs and tables. There were no people, but it always made me feel they would return at any moment. So many things I wish I could have kept… but onward… Anyhow this painting takes that a few steps further. Emeraude never liked that nickname. In my experience, “diminutive” nicknames (like those ending in ie or y) are often used in a tone of ridicule. Of course some given names simply end in that sound, and my attitude does not apply to those. Hopefully I said that in a way that makes sense. Happy weekend hugs.
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I was Timmy growing up. I hated it. The only person who still calls me Timmy now is my friend Joel. But it doesn’t bother me anymore. When you get older it’s kind of enduring.
Too bad you had to give away your favorite painting. Maybe you will find another one that gives you the same sense of anticipation and hope.
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Oh! Where has Onyx been and what’s up with the painting? Conundrum is the perfect word indeed, Teagan! What an intriguing chapter! I look forward to the next one. Can’t wait!
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I’m tickled pink that you enjoyed this chapter, my chuckaboo! Your comment means a lot to me, Olga. Hugs on owl wings!
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