Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 20:53:15 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-Book 5  chapter 12

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 5-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2002 by billwstories
Chapter 12 - The boys take charge.                March 2002

After the situation had been settled with Trey's attacker, we hoped that
things might quiet down for a while.  We were still vigilant, especially
where Trey was concerned, but things were pretty low-key after that.  We
found out later that the two boys who had been with that kid, when Frankie
confronted him, had sort of deserted him.  They had both been embarrassed
about his backing down like that, and when their parents found about some
of the things the other kid did, they put some pressure on their sons to
disassociate themselves from him.  They did this because they didn't want
their sons also ending up in trouble with the law.  We also came to hear
that this kid had also become the brunt of some jokes at school, especially
concerning his time in jail.  That's not what we wanted to happen to him,
but I guess you do sew what you reap.

During that time, Trey was also worked really hard on his project, and he
had made good progress with it.  The play was about a young Japanese pilot,
who had survived his plane crashing into the ocean and then struggled to
save himself by making his way to this small island in the Pacific.  At
nearly the same time, a young black American seaman was struggling to
survive his ship being torpedoed.  After the ship went down, he found
himself clinging to some debris, but he saw no one else from his ship
anywhere about.  He clung to that flotsam as long as he could, until he
finally washed up on that same island.  Their winding up in the same place
would create a great deal of apprehension and distrust between them, once
they discovered the other was also there.  Both of them had been led to
believe, at least in recent times, that the people from the other country
were evil and not to be trusted.  Now they suddenly found themselves thrust
together at a very traumatic time, but their main concern would have to be
for their own survival.  At first they tried to avoid each other, and they
even considered that they might have to kill the other or defend against a
similar attack upon them.  After much consideration about this situation,
they independently decided that it would be best to try to survive
together, than perish alone.

They had other major obstacles to overcome if they were going to do this,
however.  First, they had no common language, and second they had to
contain their natural distrust of each other.  With each of them
questioning their ability to survive on their own, they concluded their
ultimate survival would hinge on their ability to cooperate.  Their chances
of their being rescued were dim, because this island was of no strategic
value and nothing of significance was to be found there or close by.  They
would have to provide themselves with food and shelter, find suitable
quantities of fresh water for drinking, and then protect themselves from
any surprises Mother Nature might throw at them.  Next Trey showed how they
made initial contact, first signaling each other they meant no harm, and
then how they began to form a way to communicate, with each learning some
words in the other's language.  One would point at something, say its name
in their own language several times, then get the other to repeat it.  They
would practice these things over and over again until it became second
nature.  Trey used Sammy, Andrew, and their grandparents to help him with
this part, having them tell him the words in Japanese that he wanted to
use.

Trey had learned a great deal from his research, and he kept everything
historically accurate.  For his play, he indicated that the Japanese pilot
had been raised in a fishing village as a youngster, so Trey had him teach
the American how to fish and gather other forms of seafood.  The American
had been a southern farm boy in civilian life, so Trey made him the hunter,
who would teach his Japanese counterpart how to hunt and trap what few
birds, reptiles, and other animal life inhabited the island.  The black
sailor had also been a cook, in the highly segregated navy of World War II,
so he would also do much of the cooking as well.  Trey did a very good job
showing how they began to trust and learn from each other, how they
survived a typhoon, one they probably wouldn't have lived through on their
own, and how they came to respect each other.  Each one also worried about
what would happen to the other, or himself, depending on whose troops were
the first to arrive.  It ended up that an American ship came to their
rescue, and the sailor did his best to make sure his new friend was treated
fairly.  Seeing he also had limited rights during this period, he wasn't
sure if he could be effective in ensuring this, however.  Despite the fact
he was also discriminated against, he tried to explain to their rescuers
that the politics of war, formulated by aggressive and egotistical leaders,
didn't mean that the ordinary people couldn't learn to trust each other or
get along and be friends.

I offered a few minor suggestions for changes to what he had already done,
correcting some spelling and grammar along the way, but the story was
entirely Trey's.  I was impressed with the level of understanding and
maturity he showed in writing this, as well as the detailed research he did
concerning the planes, ships, uniforms, and other information he used in
his play.  It was really looking good, so I suggest it was time for him to
meet with both of his teachers, to let them see what he had so far.  After
these meetings, they were also very impressed when they saw what he had
done, and his English teacher went a bit further to encourage him.

"Trey, do you think there might be some way you could do this on a stage or
videotape the story, so it might be shared with more than just our
classes?"

"Well, I don't know how I'd be able do that," he answered, honestly.  "I
mean, it's set on an island in the Pacific, where they hunt lizards, birds,
snakes, and things like that.  Besides, whom would I get to play the
parts?"

"Well, I know it won't be easy, and you'd have to pull off a minor miracle
to make this work, but don't you have a brother who's black and another who
is of Japanese decent?"

"I do, but they're hardly old enough to play these roles."

"Well, for the time being they might be your best hope, at least if we have
any chance of getting this done.  I really think this play is good enough
to have it shared with others in the school.  Won't you please at least try
to do that?"

"Okay, I'll talk to my dad then and see what he thinks.  Maybe he can come
up with some ideas to help me out.  He's usually pretty good at that."

His teachers concurred with that comment, and left it like that.  Trey came
home and told me what they had discussed, seeing if maybe I had some ideas
which might help him work these problems out.  I told him I'd have to make
a few phone calls, so I could talk this over with some people I knew, but I
might be able to do something to help him out.  In the meantime, I
suggested he talk to Dion and Sammy, to see if they were interested in
playing the parts.  He agreed and went on his way.

Trey had no trouble talking Dion into helping him, since they were lovers.
Dion would do anything to help Trey out, but Sammy was a different story.
He wanted to know exactly what he'd have to do, how long it would take, and
why he would want to be part of this.  Trey explained to him about what he
hoped to accomplish with this play, by getting people to accept others for
whom they were.  He explained that he didn't want people treated
differently just because of their nationality, religion, or sexual
orientation, and he hoped this play might help to open their eyes, so they
could see this.  This impressed Sammy and he finally agreed to help Trey
with this project.

I used the next couple of days to contact a few of the people I knew who
might be able to help with this matter, to see what they could do to help
Trey pull this off.  I had some success in getting volunteers for various
tasks.  A tailor friend offered to make the costumes we'd need, promising
to make them look authentic for that time period, if I provided the
material he needed.  That was not a problem.  Another person I knew worked
at the local cable company, and he helped me talk their Community Cable
Access Department into videotaping this performance, as well as with
helping to create what sets might also be needed.  It looked like this
videotape might be a go.

Some other new developments occurred during this time as well, but these
were not as positive.  It began again one day after school, while the boys
were waiting for Trey to finish doing some more research.  A boy, who was
friends with some of my boys, came up to them in the hall.  "Hey, do you
guys remember that kid who beat up Trey?"

"Of course we do," Nick told him.

"Well, I heard him asking some other guys to help him with something after
school."

"Do you know what KIND of thing he was asking them for help with?" Danny
asked him.

"Yeah, he was trying to get them to help him trash somebody's car.  I
didn't hear whose, but after I thought about it for a while, I suspect it
might be yours."

"Did they agree to help him?" Shannon wondered.

"I don't think so, but I'm not sure."

"Well, maybe we'd better go out and check on the car then," Danny told his
two brothers.  The three boys headed out towards where the Grand Am was
parked, each taking a slightly different route to get there.  Just as Nick
came near the car, he saw that kid trying to puncture one of the tires on
the Grand Am with a screwdriver or a knife.

0"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing!" he screamed at the kid.
The boy hadn't heard him approach and was totally shocked that he was
caught.  The car was parked in an isolated location, and he didn't expect
the boys out this early.  They usually didn't come out until Kevin had
helped Vinnie finish his workout, which wasn't due to end for another half
hour or forty-five minutes.  He leapt up to defend himself, knowing that he
wasn't going to get away with this, and he stepped toward Nick and threw a
punch at him.  Nick stepped back and the boy missed, so the kid lowered his
shoulder and charged at Nick, knocking him on his back.  Danny and Brandon
saw this happen and ran up to help Nick out, as the two boys struggled on
the ground.  After grabbing the boy and throwing him off of Nick, Danny
took control.

"Are you really this fucking dumb?" Danny asked him, rhetorically.  "Don't
you ever learn?"

The boy just glared at Danny and then leapt at him, throwing his next
series of punches.  Danny took a couple of blows to the body, but was able
to duck the punch to his head.  Instinctively he countered with his own
quick series of punches to the boy's head and face.  The boy faltered,
falling backward at this point, but Danny moved with him, landing a couple
more punches to his body, before his final blow caught him squarely in the
center of his face.  The boy fell backward, landing against the car, and he
sat there dazed, as the boys tried to figure out what to do next.

"Look!" Shannon exclaimed, "The dumb bastard spray-painted the windshield
too."  The other two looked up to see the word 'FAGMOBILE' etched in silver
paint across the glass.  Now they spotted the can on the ground and noticed
the small splotches of silver paint on the fingers of this kid's right
hand.  By this time the boy started to get up again, but Danny offered him
a warning.

"Stay right where you are, if you don't want your ass kicked again."

"Don't tell me what to do," the boy protested, as he tried to scramble to
his feet.  Danny, not backing down, hit him twice more as he tried to
stand, the first blow landing on the side of his head and the second on his
jaw, knocking him down again.

"Now stay there this time!" Danny shouted at him.  The boy made a move to
get up, but saw Danny getting ready to pummel him again, so he thought
better of it and stayed where he was.

"Good boy," Brandon mocked, after he saw him sitting back down.

Now the three brothers talked amongst themselves, while still keeping their
eye on the boy, deciding what to do next.  Finally they came up with a
plan.  Danny and Brandon each grabbed one of the boy's arms, lifted him to
his feet, and started to escort him into the school.  Nick followed behind
them, in case the boy tried something else or run.  The boy continued to
struggle with Danny and Brandon, trying to break away from them, so Brandon
twisted his left arm behind his back, in a half-Nelson.  At the same time,
Danny dug his fingers into the flesh of the boy's arm, letting him know
that he wasn't about to get away.  When they finally got him into the
school, they dragged him to the principal's office and explained what had
happened.

"We caught him in the act this time," Danny announced to the principal.
"He was slashing the tires on our car and he spray-painted a derogatory
comment on our windshield.  You can even see some of the paint on his
hand."  The boy tried to hide his hand, but Danny yanked his arm away from
his body and thrust it out into the open, where the principal could see it.

"Well, it's obvious that you screwed up big this time," the principal said,
eyeing the boy, "and I doubt you'll get any breaks this time."

At this point the principal called a couple of teachers into his office, to
watch the boy while he went to look at what he had done to the car.  He was
disgusted when he saw the damaged tire and what was written on the glass,
so he picked up the knife and the can of paint, and took this evidence back
to his office for safe keeping.  When he got back to the school, he
immediately called the police and had them come over, so he could file an
official report.  The police took all the information down, got statements
from everyone who had any information about this crime, slapped the
handcuffs on the boy's wrists, and lead him out to the police car.  Then
one of the officers called our house, to speak to me, letting me know what
had happened.  I took one of the other vehicles to go down to pick the boys
up and check on the damage to the Grand Am, and then I stopped by my
mechanic's shop, to ask him to tow the car there and take care of it for
me.

After the police had finished getting his information, Nick slipped out of
the office to find Kevin and Vinnie, so he could tell them what had
happened and let them know where everyone was.  All the boys were at the
principal's office by the time I arrived, so after I finished with the
police, I loaded all of them into the van and we headed home.  The boys
filled me in on the details about what had happened, as we rode back,
explaining that they couldn't believe the boy would try something like this
again.  They almost felt sorry for him now, knowing both the school and the
courts would come down on him this time.  I told them it wasn't our problem
now, seeing we had tried to help him once, and this time he'd have to take
whatever punishment they dished out to him.

The next morning he was arraigned, and his public defender was hurriedly
scrambling to make a deal with the prosecutor, because he knew this kid had
used up all his 'get out of jail free' cards the last time.  We knew this
would never go to trial, as the boy couldn't risk a judge coming down hard
on him, but we all knew he'd get significant jail time now.  As he was
being led from the court, his father walked beside him and tried to talk to
him.

"What's the matter with you?  I thought you were smarter than your uncle.
Didn't you learn from our talks or from seeing how he ended up?  Didn't it
scare you to know that he's going to be spending ten years or more of his
life in prison, for spreading his hatred?  We thought we raised you better
than that.  Where did we go wrong?"

I could see that both of his parents were in anguish over this, so I went
over to see if I could comfort them.  As soon as they saw me, they started
apologizing, trying to explain things to me.

"Mr. Currie, we're so sorry about what our son did again.  We really
thought he had learned his lesson after the last time.  I guess he spent
too much time around my wife's brother when he was little, giving my
brother-in-law time to spread his brand of hatred on to our son.  That
idiot belongs to one of those white supremacist groups, and he's doing time
in prison right now, for attacking an innocent couple."  His father was now
very distraught, almost crying.

"What are they going to do to our son now?" his mother asked.

"I'm not sure, but I think he'll spend some time in jail, and I'd also
suspect he'll be expelled from school, seeing this took place on school
property.  If he hadn't have painted that message on the window, maybe it
wouldn't have been so bad for him, but that will have a big impact on what
they'll do to him."  His parents looked confused, so I explained.  "He used
another derogatory term, this time putting it in written form, by painting
it across the windshield of our car."

Both of them apologized to me once more, and then they comforted each
other, as they turned to leave the courtroom.  Their son had been escorted
out several minutes before, so they just left and went home to try to
rationalize what had happened for themselves.  I didn't envy what they were
going through.  Lord knows I wouldn't want to endure anything like that
myself, but I couldn't blame it on them or their parenting skills.  Many
people come into our children's lives, and sometimes we have no control
over what takes place between them or it happens without our knowledge.
Sometimes these things are done by people we consider to be harmless, that
is until something like this happens, and then it's too late to undo the
damage.  I could empathize with them and feel their pain, and I also knew
what they were feeling and having to deal with would go on much longer than
anything we had to handle.

The school board moved quickly this time, expelling the boy for his
actions.  It was kind of a moot gesture, seeing he would be in jail and
wouldn't be able to attend anyway, but they made it official.  They had
been in close contact with the police department and already knew this kid
was going to be out of circulation for the time being, but they felt they
had to protect themselves and the district by doing their part.  They also
issued stricter guidelines for harassment, of all types, and stricter
guidelines for enforcement, including mandatory reporting of all such cases
to legal authorities.

A couple of days later we heard the two sides had reached a plea agreement,
and this kid would spend a year in jail, as a result of that deal.  He
would start off by being separated from the general population, but he
would be turning eighteen in a month and a half, which would make him
eligible to be put in with the others at that time.  I wondered what might
happen to him then, when he was thrust in with some of the more hardened
criminals.  Besides the possibility of his being abused, I was afraid that
move might put him in contact with others who shared his views, reinforcing
his beliefs and moving him up to the next level of violence and hatred.  I
really hoped that didn't happen, but too often that was the case.  Too many
times, those coming out of jail or prison are often more dangerous than
they were going in, having learned more tricks of the trade inside and
having made contacts they might not have otherwise known.

Aside from those troubles, things were going well otherwise.  Trey had met
with the contacts I made for him, and he told them what he would need from
each of them.  After he presented what he wanted, they either told him if
they could do it, offered him alternatives, or told him that he'd have to
come up with different suggestions.  Sammy and Dion met with the tailor, to
have their uniforms made.  The first of these would be the one they would
start out in, and then there would be a couple of 'aged' versions of the
same thing.  They were supposed to have spent several months on this island
before their rescue, so the last of their uniforms would be mostly rags.

The boys were also working with Trey to learn their lines and practice the
non-verbal skills they'd need for the early part of the play, before they
learned enough of each other's language to communicate with words.  They
also learned enough about how they should respond to different situations,
actions appropriate for that time period, and Trey made sure they
understood some of the history of that period, so they wouldn't seem too
modern for their roles.  They would also have to alter their hairstyles for
this as well, using a cut that could be converted to look like what might
have been worn back then.  Neither boy had any problems with that, as they
were beginning to get into this acting thing, and now my only worry was
that Trey might have two hams to deal with to get his project finished.

At about this same time, Ricky got a call about the exchanged student
program.  The purpose of the call was to ask if he'd have any problem
giving up his summer vacation to be able to take part in it.  Before he
answered, he asked the reason for this question.  Ricky was then informed
it was because the seasons south of the equator were the opposite of those
north of the equator, so the schools in those countries would be in session
while our schools were on vacation.  Therefore, those students interested
in being part of the program and heading to one of those countries, would
have to also be willing to go shortly after they got out for the summer.
They would attend class at their new school throughout OUR summer and the
first half of the next school year, and then have the option of staying
there for THEIR summer vacation or return home to finish up with their own
graduating class.  Ricky asked if he could have time to think about this,
so he could talk it over with me, and they told him he could.  They gave
him a number he could reach them at, once he decided, so he thanked them,
hung up, and then came to find me.

"Dad, I just got a call about being an exchange student.  They didn't say I
was going to be chosen, but I don't see why they'd call me if I wasn't
going to go."

"Why do you say that?  What did they tell you?"

"Well, the guy asked me if I'd be willing to give up my summer vacation to
go?  Why would they ask me that question, if they weren't going to choose
me?"

"Well, maybe they're asking everyone that same question, to weed out those
who aren't really committed to doing this.  Did you think of that
possibility?"

"Not really, but it still means about the same thing.  If I want to go,
I'll have to tell them that I'd be willing to give up my summer vacation to
do it."

"That assumption seems correct."

"So, do you think I should call them back and tell them 'yes'?"

"That has to be your decision, Ricky, and that depends on how badly you
want to do this."

"Oh, I really want to do this, Dad."

"Then I think you've answered that question for yourself."  He looked at me
thoughtfully, thinking about what we had said, and then he spoke again.

"They asked me other questions too."

"Like what?"

"Well, they also read me a list of countries that might have openings and
asked me which ones I might be interested in going to."

"So which ones did you tell them?"

"Well, New Zealand wasn't on the list, but I told them Australia, South
Africa, and even the Philippines, as many people speak English there too."

"Okay, I can understand your choices.  Did they ask you anything else?"

"Not asked, but told me something."  He paused.

"And am I supposed to guess what that was?"

Ricky smiled at me, amused by my comment.  "No, but they told me I'd attend
classes during our summer and half of our school year, and then I'd have
the choice of staying there for their vacation or returning home to
graduate with my class."

"That's interesting.  Do you know which you might like to do?"

"Not for sure.  It would be fun to stay a while wherever I go, so I could
see some other parts of the country during that time, but it would also be
nice to come back and finish with my brothers and other friends too.  I
mean, Pat and Jay will be graduating at that same time."

"Yes, I think I remembered that," I said dryly.  This time Ricky gave me an
annoyed look.

"What would you do if you were me?" he wanted to know, once he got over
being sidetracked by my last comment.

"Well, I'm not you, so I'm not sure what you might want to do, but I might
be able to offer you a third option."

"Really?  Like what?"

"Well, I might be able to arrange it so you could stay for an extra month,
giving you a chance to have a short vacation, and then come back home to
finish up here after that.  If you chose that option, you'd have to be
willing to make up any of the work you missed during that month."

"That would be awesome.  I like that idea."

"Even the part about making up the missed work?"

"Yes, if it means I could see more of that country than just the city or
village I would be staying in.  That was the only thing I was worried
about."

"Well, it would clear that problem up for you."

"It sure would.  I'm going to call the guy back and tell him what we
decided.  Is that okay with you?"

"Sure, if that's what YOU'VE decided."

"It is, Dad, and I'm glad I've got you to think up all these things."

"Hey, what else do I have to do with all my free time, now that I'm
retired?  All I have to do now is take care of a house full of boys, and
they do most of the work."

"No way!  We couldn't do it without you."

"You're kind, even if you are stretching the truth."  Ricky glared at me,
but I could see the wheels turning in his head.

"Are you calling me a liar?" he asked, with an evil grin on his face.

"Far be it from me to do that."

"I hope not, because then I might have to think up a way to get even, if
you were."

"Oh, really?  And how might you do that?"

"Oh, I have my ways."

"Yeah, and I think I still remember many of them, from how you used to
harass all of us when you were younger."

"Who me?"

"Yes, you, but I was hoping you'd outgrown that stage."

"Well, you never know."  With that he gave me a smile, a wink, and left the
room, leaving me to wonder what he might have done, or even still might
attempt to do.

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