Plans...

The first draft of this story is now in progress and a temporary title has been chosen.


TROPICAL TROUBLE

Chapter one....?

I've got a sampling of the first chapter, but I'm going to post it in sections. So please read and even leave a comment. 

Chapter One:

700 miles off the coast of the Hawaiian islands, there is an island about a mile and a half long and half a mile wide. This small strip of Pacific sand is populated by two interesting characters, who in fact, are also our main characters.

A warm tropical breeze sighed its way through the green boughs of the palm and coconut trees that were scattered across the beach. It played about the edges of Fly Away vacation brochures and folded pages of the New York Times, Honolulu Gazette and Superman comic books. A canvas hammock gently rocked in the warm gusts, its single occupant asleep under a Captain America comic book. Nearby, a wicker table was lodged in the sand surrounded by a litter of Bazooka bubble gum wrappers, old socks, maps, two empty bottles of pop and a pair of worn-out aviator boots.

To all you people....

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Christmas....?

The seasons are not as pronounced on the Frontier as they are in other parts of the world. Christmas is one of the only holidays that is actually observed by the sparse population of the Frontier. True, there may not be any douglas fir trees or angelic tree toppers, but there are usually christmas lights, carols, hot cider, hot coco in coconut cups, christmas garlands draped across dock posts and of course, stockings carefully hung on nails by small hands. Some pilots even pretend to be ol' Saint Nick from time to time. Flying over homesteads, dropping wrapped gifts tied to parachutes with candy canes bouncing in ribboned knots. Christmas is a joyous time of year, and everyone on the Frontier loves the time to celebrate. 




.......... Well, not everyone......... There's always the notorious Mr. Carnegie. He does not care for any type of holiday......

Contractors...

Contractors are the proverbial thorn in the side of Folsom & Jay. Homesteaders and natives of the Pacific prefer to use contractors for shipping, and even travel. Contractors venture outside normal shipping lanes and flight paths. Always looking to shave time off a trip in the hopes of a hansom tip. As well, contractors never question what is being shipped, whether it be bibles bound for Bangkok or sub-machineguns sent to San Diego. For these very reasons corporations like Folsom & Jay hate contractors. Folsom & Jay are able to make their own taxes and shipping costs due to the lack of government on the Frontier. Always trying to squeeze what they can out of their clients. In some cases Folsom & Jay have gone to the extremes of hiring a pirate submarine crew to stop the daily workings of contracted pilots and mariners.

Corporations and Contractors.... What's the difference?

When the great Pacific Frontier was realized by the world, there was a sudden rush. Almost exactly the same reaction to when gold was discovered at Sutter's Mill in California. And like most frontier rushes, three parties emerged. Homesteaders, contractors and of course, corporations. Homesteaders are usually families that have moved to the Frontier to open stores, trading posts, schools and in some cases, restaurants. Like in many countries around the world there are middle men. On the Pacific Frontier, these are the contractors, pilots, mariners and mercenaries. No matter the job, these men and women will do it, as long as there is financial compensation of course. The last one on the list is the corporations, the world is covered in money grabbing, powerful corporations. The Pacific Frontier has become the target of one  of these major corporations, Folsom & Jay.

Mr. Jason Docweiler Holliday....

Mr. Jason Docweiler Holliday was born in southern Virginia and raised in a traditional Baptist family. Despite this mild upbringing, his family has had a long and deadly history. The Holliday's have been known for two things over the years, dentistry and producing some of the world's fastest and deadliest gunfighters. Generations of men that have blazed frontiers, pulled teeth, and served in wars the world over. Jason Holliday moved from his sleepy Virginia town to the adventurous Pacific Frontier to follow his easily excitable friend, Ted Buchanan. When Jason left town his mother asked, "Jay, why would you want to leave? What about the business?" Jason looked her in the eye and said, "Mama, I'm not a dentist, I'm a gunfighter. And besides, someone's got to keep Teddy out of trouble." Unknown to Jason, Teddy would soon be getting them into more trouble then they could handle.

New Post...

Okay, I will be making new posts that reference sketches, sketches that are not up yet due to a lack of a scanner. But the posts will be updated as soon as I have the pics.

Congratulations....

This is a congratulations to my first blog follower! Thank you for being the first. :D You will be receiving the celebratory gift in the mail.... via flying monkey.... or hairy pink elephant. Whichever one I can rent in the next five seconds....


But really, I should send you something....