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Nami of the Waves
Nami of the Waves
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~ Short Japanese Fantasy Adventure story – part of a continuing saga of stand-alone tales by award-winning author, Charles T. Whipple ~

Now I, Hikarinomiko, proceed to finish out my record, which I take from the Scrolls of Masacado, and I make it by the knowledge and foresight what I have obtained from the Almighty Amaterasu herself.

After the Anointed of Amaterasu, even Masacado, did begin his journey to Kio the Imperial City in search of enlightenment and wisdom, behold, others were raised up by the Almighty to join in the search for the lost talismans of Amaterasu. One of these chosen was Nami, daughter of the Sea Lord, Umihiko, whose gift from Amaterasu shall be revealed henceforth. Let it suffice to say that she is titled the Fuku, that is, bringer of good fortune. May her own fortune ever be boundless.

As with the account of The Horse Soldiers, I will now lay aside my brush so those who read of the Fuku, a stalwart subject of Amaterasu, might search the accounts and come to believe in the might and sacred power of Amaterasu Omikoto, creator of all and ruler of Heaven and Earth. So I have written and so shall it be done. Sayo nara, and sayo nara.

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Release dateJul 28, 2018
ISBN9780463567708
Nami of the Waves
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Charles T. Whipple

"The only thing I do well is write." Charles T. Whipple is an international award-winning copywriter, journalist, author and novelist. His awards include Editor & Publisher Magazine DM Award, World Annual Report Competition Award, 2010 Oaxaca International Literature Award, and 2011 Global eBook Award.Whipple was born in Show Low, Arizona. He spent two and a half years in Japan as a volunteer youth missionary, and majored in Japanese History as a graduate student and grantee at the East West Center, University of Hawaii. He is fluent in spoken and written Japanese, and has long been interested in the fantastic aspect of traditional Japanese tales. Whipple lives in the city of Chiba, the capital of Chiba Prefecture, which encompasses the ancient Kanto Kingdoms of Awa, Kazusa, and Shimosa. Today, Chiba hosts the Magic Kingdom of Disneyland and is gateway to Japan via the international airport in Narita.He has one wife, four daughters, two sons, and 19 grandchildren. Whipple writes western novels under the pen name of Chuck Tyrell and fantasy based on ancient Japanese history and mythology as Charles T. Whipple. Visit Charlie at his Blog: http://chucktyrell-outlawjournal.blogspot.com/.

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    Nami of the Waves - Charles T. Whipple

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    NAMI OF THE WAVES

    The Masacado Scrolls

    Story 5

    CHARLES T. WHIPPLE

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    Smashwords Edition

    NAMI OF THE WAVES

    Copyright © 2013 by Charles T. Whipple

    Illustration Copyright © 2013 by Gustav Oslo

    Cover Art Design Copyright © 2013 by Laura Shinn Designs

    http://laurashinn.yolasite.com

    [Republished/2018]

    Smashwords Licensing Notes

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this ebook with other people, please purchase an additional copy for each person. Thank you for respecting the hard work of the author.

    Nami of the Waves is a work of fiction. Though actual locations may be mentioned, they are used in a fictitious manner and the events and occurrences were invented in the mind and imagination of the author except for the inclusion of actual historical facts. Similarities of characters or names used within to any person – past, present, or future – are coincidental except where actual historical characters are purposely interwoven.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    DEDICATED TO:

    Kumi…who loves to read the Masacado Scrolls

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    The Words of Hikarinomiko

    Now I, Hikarinomiko, proceed to finish out my record, which I take from the Scrolls of Masacado, and I make it by the knowledge and foresight what I have obtained from the Almighty Amaterasu herself.

    After the Anointed of Amaterasu, even Masacado, did begin his journey to Kio the Imperial City in search of enlightenment and wisdom, behold, others were raised up by the Almighty to join in the search for the lost talismans of Amaterasu. One of these chosen was Nami, daughter of the Sea Lord, Umihiko, whose gift from Amaterasu shall be revealed henceforth. Let it suffice to say that she is entitled the Fuku, that is, bringer of good fortune. May her own fortune ever be boundless.

    As with the account of The Horse Soldiers, I will now lay aside my brush so those who read of the Fuku, a stalwart subject of Amaterasu, might search the accounts and come to believe in the might and sacred power of Amaterasu Omikoto, creator of all and ruler of Heaven and Earth. So I have written and so shall it be done. Sayo nara, and sayo nara.

    ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

    Chapter One

    The war junk Seiryu Maru stood off the harbor of Kisarazu. A sharp-eyed crewman manned the bow lookout, and the junk's huge fan-shaped sails were reefed down to two panels each. Two smaller junks held formation with the Seiryu Maru, one to the northeast and one to the southwest. Together the flotilla blockaded the harbor. The Chinaman could not escape.

    Wako Overlord Umihiko ruled the sealanes from Sendai in the north to the Bonins in the south, from Choshi in the east to Shimonoseki in the west. None used those sealanes without paying tribute to the overlord. But, urged by greed or profits or their own lords, some tried. Like the Chinaman now loading silver ingots and bales of raw silk at Kisarazu. No doubt he felt lucky. Or perhaps someone neglected to tell him of Umihiko's suzerainty. At any rate, now he'd pay double, or forfeit his craft and cargo. No one passed without paying the toll.

    Masahiko, a one-eyed veteran of more than two decades at sea with Lord Umihiko's fleet, captained the Seiryu Maru as its Sencho. His second in command, the Fuku, now stood forward with the lookout, her hair bound with a headband of indigoed canvas and her torso bound from armpits to hips with a white cotton haramaki. A happi of the same indigoed canvas as her headband was caught at the hips with a black silk sash. Her canvas trousers ended just below the knees, and her bare feet gripped the deck, adjusting to its rise and fall with an ease born of years at sea. The Fuku's name was Nami, and she was Lord Umihiko's only daughter.

    Darkness came, and still the Chinaman had not left the harbor.

    Set the stern light, Masahiko commanded.

    Crewmen leaped to obey. In moments, a lantern hung from its hook in the stern, outboard, just below the sheer. The light was invisible from ahead, but the junks astern could see the lantern and maintain their relative stations.

    Nami strode to the stern. Sencho, she said. I don't think the Chinaman will come out until moonset. Give me two boats and I'll take the fat tub right in the harbor.

    You may take a boat, Fuku, said Masahiko. But do not go into the harbor. Stay outside where you can see the Chinaman clear the rocks. When he is free of them, you will uncover your lantern and move after the Chinaman so I can judge the direction.

    Why not board him in the harbor?

    Lord Umihiko protects the harbor. The village headman brings tribute to Hachijo twice each year. Perhaps you know him – Umezo. We do not want to trouble his town. Let the Chinaman come out. We will deal with him on the sea, which belongs to Lord Umihiko.

    Nami didn't answer. She felt the Chinaman could be most easily taken tied to a pier, but she also understood the Sencho's reasoning. Tai, she called.

    Hai, Fuku. A burly seaman answered her summons.

    Prepare the sabani boat, Tai. And get Wat. Light a lantern and keep it shrouded. We go to watch the Chinaman.

    * * *

    The slim sabani slid over the side, guided fore and aft with hemp ropes in the hands of muscled crewmen. Wat sat with his back to the bulwark, wrapping strips of cloth around the barrel of his roh, the long sculling oar the Chinese call yuloh. He dipped a finger in the tallow tub and applied a thick gob of the grease to the roh's bellybutton, an indentation in the barrel that fit over a nipple on the sabani boat's transom. Wat leveled the tallow

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