The Altruism

Fiction By Kyleigh // 3/7/2009

“Mr. Geoffrey Forbes is hereby convicted of high treason against His Royal Majesty the King of England and sentenced to hang.” The mallet struck the desk. “This Court-Martial is now adjourned.”
Mr. Forbes sat dumbstruck. His mind filled with jumbled thoughts.
How could they? I’m a first lieutenant!
But I deserve it… it’s the just payment for what I did!
But death?

The word pounded in his mind.
The most shameful manner of death… hung – publically – for his crimes, like a criminal.
That’s what you are, you idiot, a criminal.
Mr. Forbes gulped as two army officers grabbed his upper arms and dragged him off to his cell again.
Sunlight streamed in through the small window, but Geoffrey saw only darkness. The darkness of the rope closing around his neck and his life fading away. He sat silently on the edge of his cot, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.
It’s what I deserve.
He lay down as if to sleep, but trepidation mingled with hatred and a feeling of wretchedness, and sleep did not come. Yet he lay still, eyes fixed on the stone ceiling, too shocked to move. Death has been so close before, but never this close. It’s terrifying… it closes in around you, consumes you.

The light began to drain from the cell, and Geoffrey felt a sudden urge to cling to it. The last sunset of my life, he thought dismally. Suddenly he began chasing after the light, grabbing at it… then he fell, sobbing, to the floor.
Perhaps he fell asleep there, or perhaps he just lost all sense of time, but a ruckus in the halls roused him from his stupor. Terrified, Mr. Forbes rushed to the bars of his cell. He clung tightly to them, the cold metal pressing into his jacket.
“What’s going on?” He shouted as sailors and soldiers passed him by. His hands were sweating. Death. It’s coming. One Naval officer, a friend of Geoffrey’s, his junior in rank, stopped.
“The court’s been recalled, Mr. Forbes, sir!”
Geoffrey was astonished. “Recalled, you say? But the verdict…?”
“They say they have some new evidence, though what, I do not know.”
Puzzled, Geoffrey walked back to his cot and sank down on it. There was one last ray of sunlight near him. Hope?
He started pacing. Left. Right. Left. Right. Turn around and go the other way… curse this small cell! Then two soldiers were unlocking his cell.
“There’s something you need to see, sir.”

There, before the court, stood Mr. Forbes’s captain, the admirable Captain Jones. Geoffrey’s jaw dropped. What’s he doing here?
Geoffrey stared at Jones, who met his eyes boldly.
“Mr. Forbes is hereby released and Captain Jones condemned for high treason against His Royal Majesty the king of England.”
Jones turned to leave, and as he did the gavel banged down once more.
The soldiers released Geoffrey, and took Jones instead. Geoffrey panicked. What’s going on? he wanted to ask.

“But it was me, Captain, it was me!” Tears filled Geoffrey’s eyes.
Captain Jones put his hand gently on the boy’s shoulder through the bars of his cell. “I know, I know it was.”
“Then why?”
“Geoffrey… someone had to take the punishment.”
“And I was going to! Just let me get what I deserve!”
Captain Jones shook his head. “No. This is a gift for you, that you might live. You’re young, Geoffrey. I want this to change your life so you’ll never be the same man again. You’ve stared death in the face, and bravely so. But I want you to live.”
Geoffrey was silent.
“Take it, Mr. Forbes.”
“That’s an order, Mr. Forbes. Is that understood?”
Geoffrey smiled a little. “Aye aye, sir.”
“There you go, lad. You’re free.”
Captain Jones turned and sat on the cot, his back to Geoffrey. Mr. Forbes stood still, trying to comprehend the awesomeness of Captain Jones’s sacrifice.
Too great to understand,
So heavy to think about,
Too wonderful to speak of,
Yet so compelling to tell the world.
Geoffrey turned and silently walked to the harbor, where the ship was lying. The officer who had told him the court was recalled grinned when he saw Geoffrey. “They’re renaming the ship, Mr. Forbes.”
“Are they, Mr. Fox?”
“Aye. The Altruism. Seems like a strange name for a frigate, don’t you think?”
Geoffrey closed his eyes.
“Mr. Forbes?”
“No, Mr. Fox, a most fitting name.” Geoffrey excused himself and climbed into a small boat waiting on shore. Once onboard the ship, he climbed the rattails, up, up, up… and there he stood atop the yardarm of the Mizzen mast, clinging to the mast pole, eyes closed, ever-gracious to his Captain, who had altruistically given his life in exchange for Mr. Forbes.
Geoffrey stood up straighter, prouder. O Captain, my Captain… Thank you.


Oh this is so good/sad. Sort

Oh this is so good/sad. Sort of like the story of "Billy Budd", but not quite:)
"It's King Edmund, actually. Just King though. Peter's the High King. I know, it's confusing."--Edmund Pevensie

Ariel | Sat, 03/07/2009

"To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, though many there be that have tried it." -- Herman Melville

Very good. You must have put

Very good. You must have put a great deal of thought into this. When you write, you do a good job of capturing the emotions of the person you're writing about. I read this when I was all alone in the house and's a good thing that I was undesturbed, because I wouldn't want to ruin the great work you put into this.

By the way, I love Horatio Hornblower. Do you mean the one with Ioan Gruffudd? I don't think I quite understand, how were you comparing this to that? I'm getting them all mixed up, what happened in five and six?

The Brit | Sun, 03/08/2009

Thank you!

The Brit - Thank you. Yeah, the ones with Ioan Gruffudd... five is the one where they start the mutiny, and six is the one with the court martial...

Anonymous | Sun, 03/08/2009

Thank You!

The Brit - Thank you. Yeah, the ones with Ioan Gruffudd... five is the one where they start the mutiny, and six is the one with the court martial...

Kyleigh | Sun, 03/08/2009

I don't remember that. I

I don't remember that. I think maybe I only saw up to four. I wonder if our library has them. If they do, I want to see those. I think the last one I saw, was the one where they were in the French or Spanish prison. I guess you could kind of call that one a mutiny, but I don't think that's what you're talking about. Oh well, I'll get it all sorted out.....I think....

"It's not who you are underneath, but what you do that defines you." from Batman Begins

The Brit | Sun, 03/08/2009

That's number 3... 4 is when

That's number 3... 4 is when they're in France, and 5 and 6 are in Jamaica and at sea near Haiti.

Kyleigh | Mon, 03/09/2009

Yeah--I mean no, I

Yeah--I mean no, I definitely didn't see those ones. But I'm glad to know that there are more. I was disappointed when the ones that I had seen ended and I thought that that was the end of life for me (slight exaggeration there). I will look for those.

"It's not who you are underneath, but what you do that defines you." from Batman Begins

The Brit | Mon, 03/09/2009


Very good! I liked it a whole lot. You made me want to cry. Jesus did a wonderful work for us on the cross, and often even we Christians do not think about it enough. We were guilty, guilty, guilty, but He was perfectly holy, yet he took our sins and made us holy.

Laura Elizabeth | Mon, 03/09/2009

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