The Ruins of Timoris...

Timoris is an old city that was built hundreds of years ago, before any european set foot in the Pacific region. This city used to be a bustling metropolis filled with spice vendors, farmers, soldiers, royalty and even the infamous Do-Do bird. Now, nature has retaken the land and the Timoriniens have long since left. This jungle maze will soon be discovered by two unlikely friends on an exploratory journey through the great Pacific Frontier.

Milo Masterson....

Milo Masterson would consider himself to be a person of complexities. He is constantly acting the role of a gentleman. When I say acting the role, I truly mean that he is acting. Milo is a scoundrel at heart. Many people would call him a profiteer, he would simply smile and nod knowingly and then say with dramatic pauses, "My dear fellow, I am a mercenary." He would of course go on to say that he is a mercenary with a heart of gold. This is a confusing statement seeing how almost all mercenaries have one thing in mind, themselves. Not very humanitarian. One thing must be understood though, Milo has never failed to help his friends in a pinch. There really isn't much to say about him, due to the fact that no one really knows where he came from. The only references that anyone ever has to go on are the obscure comments that he makes about his childhood from time to time.

Ted's Fish Shack...

Ted's Fish Shack is located on the small sandbar-like island of Ma-tu-ti. Originally designed to be a schoolhouse for teaching local natives English, this seafood-based diner has been serving pilots and mariners ever since the school was abandoned in 1926. Only until recently has this fish shack actually been operated by a "Ted", a Mr. Ted Buchanan. He is the first "Ted" since 1929. It just so happens that Mr. Buchanan has also been a long childhood friend with Mr. Jason Docweiler "Doc" Holliday, the great, great grandson of the famous gunfighter, Doc Holliday. (featured in the next post.)

Chet Redmen

After living for ten years in a Dublin zoo, Chet escaped and stowed away on a Merchant Navy tramp steamer headed for America. The ship however never made it. It was attacked by a German U-boat in the open Atlantic. A few surviving crew members and Chet were able to make it to the small island of Flores, nearly one thousand miles off the coast of Spain. They managed to secure a sailboat to take them to Portugal and it was there in the port of Lisbon that Chet saw the Mary-Anne. She was moored in the bay about one hundred yards off shore. She was glistening in the sun with a fresh coat of hot rod red paint. Chet stowed away in a small skiff that was taking supplies out to her. He snuck aboard and discovered his love for mechanics. It turned out that the plane was in need of some minor repairs, which Chet was actually able to fix it. That's when he was discovered by Denver. The two have been the best of friends ever since.

Denver Grear

Denver Grear is a hard working, yet relaxed aviator. He spends most of his time flying banned cargo along a path that stretches from the islands of Hawaii to cuba and even as far as Spain and Italy. He flies most of his runs lat at night just barely skimming the surface of the water in his floatplane, the Mary-Anne. Most of the contraband he moves is simple stuff, such as: cigars, whisky, film reels, fake porcelain bobble-head dolls, collectable shot glasses, the occasional box of fireworks and weapons of all shapes and sizes. On his las run, Denver took a stolen U.S. Army jeep from a base on Honolulu to a Cuban general in exile in Jamaica. Through all of these adventures he is almost always accompanied by his trusted, yet caffeine addicted co-pilot and mechanic.

Forgotten, but forgiven?

    I never bothered to make this clear to any of you did I? No? Well, The great Pacific Frontier was called such during the 1920’s. It was a time of aviation exploration, and the whole world was waking up to this new idea of transportation. Planes were being used to fly across the United States, Canada, South America and even back and forth across the big ol’ pond to England. But one piece of the map was left unexplored… The Pacific.

    The idea of countless islands scattered across a great blue expanse left explorers, profiteers, pilots and even government powers drooling. There was money to be made on this new frontier, and everyone knew that planes would be the key. 

Balloons!!!

Ever since planes made their way into the great Pacific Frontier, balloons have been used to identify landing zones, wether on land or in the sea. For instance, a green balloon tied to a buoy means that the water is shallow and only small floats can land. A red balloon means no landing, there is most likely a reef near the surface. Blue means that the water is safe to land in for any plane. Yellow means that the sandy runways are smooth and safe. So you see, balloons are useful little pleasures. As well as being markers for pilots and boaters, they are also just fun to watch blow about in the tropical winds. Children love to carry them around in their pudgy grips while parents shop in the market places as well. Balloons are a common commodity here in this Pacific wonderland.

Sweet and simple.....

"Good night you princes' of Maine, you kings of New England."

when the weather finds you...

Hear that sweet child? Hear the rain? The pitter-patter washes all our fears away...

Expanding on a Dream...

The world is full of artistic people, but there are a chosen few that have the ability to use the gift they were given to intrigue the world and inspire it to dig deeper. For me, I love the idea of writing for children. They are after all, the future of this great wide world; why not try to inspire them? And when I say inspire, I don’t mean leave them a textbook filled with facts and theories; I want it understood that I want my children and the youth of the world to be dreamers. I wish them deep, and life changing dreams.

The Beginning...

I love to write, it's something that is settled deep inside me. There is a comfort that comes with writing for me, a peace in my very being. So with that being said, this blog is about my writing journey as well as my artistic journey. I will hopefully be posting illustrations with my shorts as well as interesting pictures or notes from other authors.