Chapter 51 - Chapter 47: Vinovia

During one of out/of-duty days off Heathergate, Garrett had a routine of recording his experiences for his travel records to be presented to his group of philanthropists to bring up new worlds and cultures to bring them close together and join in new projects to make their culture and world easy to live in and visit, provide better ways of using their own produce and resources, and defence themselves from external invasions.

Garret, this time, his free time, writes poetry.

Not a big deal for him, but something moved him to explore this subject.

Perhaps a time to entertain Ada and strengthen his courtship with Ada?

He sat down, at first front deck, hoping the warm breeze of the fall sunset would inspire him….

This came to mind…

Life is full of surprises

Adrenaline rises

Excitement

Prominent

Another way of torment

But at the moment

My thoughts as I meant

I don't know

But need to know

If someone just going through

Knows what I'm going through

Is just enough

Am I being rough

Not knowing though

Now being naïve

Is how I live

I feel used

I feel amused

How can I still

Have my thoughts to kill

I don't have the skill

My heart is beating a mil

Excitement

At the moment

Torment

Is another

Is there any other?

To convince me not to bother

It's being said by my brother

Am I in love?

Someone please just to prove

I'm lost

I'm confused

It seems to be the start

Of another piece

Of the puzzle that fell apart

A piece of art

Not even the great painter

Can differentiate them apart

How can I make sure

He won't worry for me?

My head again

Nods down for so much pain

I see there's no way

I can gain

Love to last that way

That I miss dearly

Regularly

Early

That love we both sow

That inadvertently grew

And only one of us fought

Growing the seeds of love

No one approved

No one loved

Uncertainty

Mostly potty

Anyone noticed

No more excuses were faced

Now two bodies are forced

To bring up their own

Beaten heart

In many pieces now apart

Where's the glue

That will join the pieces

Out of the blue?

Pretending

Not mending

Just announcing

A love defeated

Nevertheless created

Now two bodies are evading

The love once two were mending

Love

My love

My precious love

No one cares to ever approve

This secret love

No one will approve

Just appreciate

The time they both associate

To lust

Just

To mention

And much more just to show direction

Just a mere way of protection

Turned itself into a correction

Many hurting

As many it could affect

All affection

The love that once was there

It scaped to the atmosphere

Where sins adhere

And flaws finds love back in here

….

The sudden warmth breeze changed its light force, just when a drop fell into the page Garret was just writing his last words of his new inspirational poem.

The breeze moved up the page, provoking the last stroke of his pen smudge his last words.

-oh boy

Murmured Garrett….

Something's bad coming up….

Garret looked up….

His eyes wide opened, and quickly grabbed his new notebook and his new writing equipment.

The wind strangely picked up out of nowhere.

Like a tornado, the horizon strangely changed from a peaceful sunny day, to a dark, stormy atmosphere, dry….

Ice pellets, turned into golf size ice balls….

A tornado approaching his area….

People need to be on the look for secure areas and reinforce all loose ships docked.

No time to loose….

Ada, unaware of the climate change, was still off dock checking with some artisans the recent produce from VINOVIA, the last stop they went to audit for manufacturing wine to the high crown hierarchy of the 7 robes table.

Many of the other wine producers had follow the procedures they improvised to keep the newly produced vineyards into a more organically and less overcrowded way of harvesting off season, to reduce the stress of these harvesting, Ada found to be the culprit of the other harvesting's characteristically identified taste per regional harvesting.

In other words, to prevent its imitation at lower budget, that has caused some deaths in the continent.

Bad poisoned wine, produced under clandestine factories, needed to be traced back, and the culprits to be taken to the proper authorities for future trial and penalties to be put under.

New laws for the harvesting, producing and manufacturing needed to be created….