#Tiny house kits for sale

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Tiny House Shells- Modern Solution to Contemporary Hobby Spaces

When you have expertise in an art or craft, you need a dedicated hobby space. You cannot bring your art to fruition when spooky neighbors, daily domestic chores, congested spaces, and distractions surround you. Having a dedicated art space does not necessarily mean depending on pricey construction practices. Affordable tiny house shell has been instrumental in offering practical, sustainable, and durable detached spaces for your hobbies. You can place them adjacent to your property and simply indulge in your hobbies without compromising your living spaces. 

Discovering Tiny House Shell-A Big Shift in the Construction Landscape 

Tiny house shells are the epitome of versatility, affordability, and flexibility. The compact living spaces and functionality of tiny house shell for sale have become popular among homeowners in today’s day and age. A tiny house shell is a ready exterior where you have the complete liberty to design the interiors based on your choice and taste. Since all the tiny house shells are pre-built, it contributes to faster installation, less labor requirements, minimal waste production, and a lesser carbon footprint. 

BOSS- Manufacturing State-of-the-Art Tiny House Shell for Over 20 Years 

BOSS is a credible manufacturer of the best tiny house kits and shells in California. We offer affordable, fully customized tiny house kits suitable for studios, ADUs, and backyard spaces. Built with cutting-edge technology, BOSS tiny house shells last for generations. We utilize the highest quality building materials, allowing structures to withstand external impacts and abrasions. Our modern-age tiny house shells come with pre-installed electric and plumbing facilities. You can switch to our Lifestyle Package, consisting of subflooring other than electrical and plumbing facilities. 

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BOSS has partnered with the leading recycling companies to spread awareness of environmental sustainability across the globe. We strive to utilize recycled and environmentally friendly materials in walls, and roof Pcore insulated panels. Besides, the presence of recycled plastics in the manufacturing process improves the fire resistance of BOSS panels. Besides, when we talk about BOSS panels, they generally consist of LGS framing. The incorporation of an LGS framing is useful because it is sustainable and promotes zero waste making. Furthermore, BOSS steel panels have superior seismic stability and great foundational strength. 

Delivery and Installment of BOSS Tiny House Shell 

Depending on the size and layout, BOSS ships your tiny house shell in four to six weeks. Our most popular are shipped in four weeks. Our tiny houses arrive in easy-to-unpack crates. Although you have the liberty to install the tiny house shell with the help of an installation manual, we also offer BOSS installers who help you assemble the tiny house shell in a matter of days. 

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[zvaigzdelasas]

The US is reported to have made more than 100 weapons sales to Israel, including thousands of bombs, since the start of the war in Gaza, but the deliveries escaped congressional oversight because each transaction was under the dollar amount requiring approval.

The Biden administration has [publicly] become increasingly critical of the conduct of Israeli military operations in Gaza and the failure to allow in meaningful amounts of humanitarian aid, with the death toll now over 30,000 and with famine looming. But it has kept up a quiet but substantial flow of munitions to help replace the tens of thousands of bombs Israel has dropped on the tiny coastal strip, making it one of the most intense bombing campaigns in military history.

The Washington Post reported that administration officials informed Congress of the 100 foreign military sales to Israel in a classified briefing. Few details are known of the sales, because keeping each one small meant their contents remained secret, but they are reported to have included precision-guided munitions, small diameter bombs, bunker busters, small arms and other lethal aid.

The White House spokesperson, Karine Jean-Pierre, declined to comment on the report on Wednesday.[...]

“This doesn’t just seem like an attempt to avoid technical compliance with US arms export law, it’s an extremely troubling way to avoid transparency and accountability on a high-profile issue,” Ari Tolany, director of the security assistance monitor at the Centre for International Policy thinktank, said.

She added that, in exploiting the loophole, the Biden administration was following the steps of its predecessor.

“They’re very much borrowing from the Trump playbook to dodge congressional oversight,” Tolany said. The state department office of the inspector general found that between 2017 and 2019, the Trump administration had made 4,221 below-threshold arms transfers to Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, worth an estimated total of $11.2bn.

The under-the-radar deliveries made by the Biden administration to Israel were additional to the three major military sales that were made public since the start of the war: $320m in precision bomb kits in November and 14,000 tank shells costing $106m and $147.5m of fuses and other components needed to make 155mm artillery shells in December. The December deliveries of tank and artillery shells also sidestepped congressional scrutiny because they were made under an emergency authority.[...]

“We continue to support Israel’s campaign to ensure that the attacks of 7 October cannot be repeated. We have provided military assistance to Israel because it is consistent with that goal,” Matthew Miller, the state department spokesperson, said. “We support Israel’s legitimate military campaign consistent with international humanitarian law.”

The state department has been vague about how much effort it is putting into assessing whether Israeli forces are committing war crimes. A process called Civilian Harm Incident Response Guidance (CHIRG) was set up in September last year, before the Gaza war, to make assessments of the use made of US armaments, and Israel’s military operations are under review, but the process is slow and does not commit the administration to taking remedial action.

6 Mar 24

[meiga-s]

i said your name in an empty room

obey me! nightbringer

gn reader/everyone

ao3 link

a look during the present, from the moment you disappeared, to what you've left behind.

You disappear during the night. 

None notices until it’s breakfast time at the House of Lamentation; it was like your disappearance had been carefully planned.

You’re not in your room. If this was any other day, Mammon would think you could’ve teleported back to the Human Realm for any stupid reason: you forgot some books you wanted to bring to Satan or Asmo’s new make-up kit, Levi’s new game went on sale and you decided to go and get a physical edition for him… Something, anything. Perhaps you went out early because you wanted to hang out with the Purgatory Hall group before class. Maybe you wanted to bake with Luke. Perhaps you wanted to take a look at the Student Council reports to help get a load off Lucifer, Barbatos and Diavolo. It could be anything with you, honestly. You were like a whirlwind: always running back and forth with a grin or a smirk on your face, never stopping and always laughing and always… always working hard for the sake of your loved ones.

You love all of them. And they all love you in return. Mammon knows this, he is no fool, despite his theatrics and penchant of getting into trouble.

Which is why the Avatar of Greed immediately notices something is wrong when you’re not in your room when he comes to get you for breakfast. He shoots you a message. It doesn’t deliver.

You’re a very capable sorcerer, he knows that—they all know that, but something in his gut is yelling at him that something is very wrong and that this isn’t like any other time you fucked off to do whatever in the Devildom, so he loses no time and sprints to find Lucifer, almost crashing into a complaining Asmodeus in the process. 

He slams the door to Lucifer’s studio open, and before the older demon can even open his mouth to reprimand him, Mammon whispers in a trembling voice the words that send the whole House of Lamentation spiraling down into chaos.

“I can’t feel the pact.”

Lucifer feels the moment his legs almost give out when he tries to reach out for your pact with him and he feels… nothing , at first. He tries again, and again and again, grasping in the darkness at any sign that you’re not gone. Gone forever? Lucifer asks himself in his mind and he very nearly slams his head against the wall to make those thoughts disappear with a self-induced headache. No, no. I cannot think like that. Focus. Focus!

If you’d been in danger you would’ve told him, right? Of course you’d have—there were never any important secrets between you two. You had a playful streak, sure, but you hated worrying him—you hated worrying your family. He knows you love him—he knows you love them. You wouldn’t disappear where they can’t reach you without previous notice.

The Avatar of Pride tries again to reach for his other half… but you do not answer. 

Lucifer grits his teeth, steadies himself and tries once more—

Where your pact has always been a steady, strong connection, now it’s just a tiny sliver thread he can’t follow.

Still, that fragile thread binds you together, and Hell will freeze over before Lucifer lets go of it.

“Where did you go, my dear…?” The Avatar of Pride asks, but you still do not answer.

They turn the House of Lamentation upside down, but they find nothing. Your bags are still in your room, untouched, and so is your uniform for the day. The book you were reading with Satan is still safely tucked and bookmarked and your console is still charging over your desk. Your wallet is also there, nestled inside the bag you had prepared for today’s class. They have no hints to give Diavolo or Barbatos of your possible whereabouts.

Your D.D.D. is gone. It’s the only thing they can’t find. Asmodeus tries to call several times, but it’s always sent to your voicemail. Nor Lucifer nor Mammon have the heart to tell him to stop calling and they let the Avatar of Lust cling to them when he breaks down in tears with a broken heart.

Satan very nearly tears the living room down, snarling they all go to Diavolo once again to demand he sends out another search party as fast as he can. Any second you’re away is a second you’re probably in danger, and he can’t stand it. The Avatar of Wrath doesn’t calm down, not until Belphegor walks up to him and softly says that you wouldn’t like him destroying the house in your absence.

Satan grits his teeth so hard it hurts his jaw and stomps outside, nearly slamming the door off its hinges. Asmodeus flinches and Lucifer gently pats his shoulder with a sigh. Beelzebub wrings his hands together and Belphegor looks down at the spot where Satan had just been and sighs.

You wouldn’t like coming back to this, Belphegor thinks. They all look like a mess. 

Leviathan is running himself ragged hunched over his laptop making posts left and right to try and see if anyone has seen you. His eyes are red from staring at the screen for hours and he looks like a zombie. At one point, Asmodeus slides away from Lucifer and Mammon and sits next to Leviathan, suggesting they use his influencer account to try and reach out to more people. They get to it, but the Avatar of Envy is tired and can’t stop shaking.

But Leviathan loves you, so he won’t stop working and reaching out for you. For the last ten hours (or twenty?), the only sound in the living room has been the clacking of his keyboard. He’s spent fifty hours binging anime in the past, but that’s nothing compared to what he would spend looking for you if it meant bringing you home safely. Lucifer will have to knock him out to get him away from the computer at this rate.

A thundering noise startles all of them, followed by a flash of green light coming from their windows and the sight of a shadow of a tree falling on their backyard.

“Can someone please,” Lucifer mumbles, burying his face in his hands, “go tell Satan that our trees are not to blame?”

None moves, not even as they hear muffled sobs of your name coming from their backyard.

Belphegor and Beelzebub join Mephistopheles in his rounds questioning every living being in RAD and preparing the “missing person” reports. They couldn’t join any of Diavolo’s search parties, but at least they can do this. Belphegor hunts down every member of every club you’ve belonged to, while Beelzebub gets in contact with his teammates in all of his sport clubs and asks them to keep an eye out. Thirteen lets everyone know, very kindly, that any attempt to trick them for the sake of trying to get a reward will suffer the consequences of an angry Reaper.

You are loved, both the Avatar of Sloth and the Avatar of Gluttony can see it. It cheers them up a little, to know you’re in good hands all around, and they can almost hear you telling them to never give up hope nor trust on the people around them.

Belphegor hasn’t been sleeping and Beelzebub hasn’t been eating, but they keep combing the streets of the Devildom, not once stopping to take a break.

Simeon is trying to stay positive for Luke’s sake, but even he can’t always keep a smile on his face, nor does he want to lie to Luke about how he feels, especially after having to hide his new status as a human for so long. Luke isn’t allowed to go search for you on his own, nor join any dangerous search parties either, so the younger angel vents his frustration with baking goods for the search parties and the brothers to try and keep them in high spirits.

The first night after your sudden disappearance Luke stayed in Simeon’s room. He hasn’t left since. Simeon needs it, too, despite hiding his true feelings to the whole world. Everyone’s so hurt, and he doesn’t want to pile up more distress on his friends. He’ll stay, he’ll help and he’ll be smiling all the way until his face hurts. And when you return, he’ll receive you with a smile.

“An angel chooses one human to protect for all time.”

Perhaps, if he was still an angel…

…No, you wouldn’t like him thinking like that. You’re going to come back. You adore Luke too much to leave him devastated like that. You two are almost like siblings at this point, and Simeon knows your heart enough to know you’d tear sky and ground to keep Luke safe from harm, so you have to come back.

Simeon tells that to himself every night as prays for Luke to stay strong and never lose hope.

Barbatos looks, but he finds nothing . Your future, present and past are shrouded from him and he doesn’t understand . How is this happening? Who’s hiding you from him? Why ? Barbatos' face must have shown his own distress, because Lord Diavolo is shooting him a very worried look.

The Young Master hasn’t been sleeping or eating properly between tending to his duties and looking for you. Neither has Barbatos himself. He can almost hear you scolding him to take a rest before he collapses on his feet, but Barbatos is very resilient. And also very stubborn, your voice sing-songs in his head. Barbatos winces and gives his Lord a sad look before he shakes his head.

“No luck, huh…” Diavolo mutters, running his fingers through his hair. Any other time, Barbatos would’ve scolded him about ruining his image, but not now. The demon’s mind is a mess, and Barbatos doesn’t like this mess. He prefers the mess you caused in his mind when you were close instead.

Barbatos needs to keep it together for his lord’s sake, which usually is a piece of cake for him. The butler can almost feel you, just like when he was about to collapse during the whole dark crevasse fiasco, grabbing his shoulders and telling him very firmly to pull yourself together, Barbatos!

Barbatos takes a deep breath, then another, and looks firmly into Lord Diavolo’s eyes. 

“We will find a way, Young Master.”

Diavolo smiles sadly as Barbatos leaves the room to rest. He's the main pillar of the Devildom, and so he must stay strong. 

You’d hate it if he didn’t, he knows this, so Diavolo pulls himself out of bed every morning with the thought of keeping the Devildom in top shape for your return while never giving up your search. He can do it. He’s cut off on sleeping, eating and leisure time the first moment Lucifer had barged in with the news. Barbatos can’t say shit to him, for he’s done the same.

What a pair. If you were here, you’d have strapped them both to a couch to take a break. And they’d let you, if only to be able to tease you back to see your usually assured self crumble into a bumbling, blushing mess.

Diavolo almost laughs at the mental image, feeling his body a little lighter. Hells, he misses you dearly.

But he cannot give up. He will not give up. Lucifer, his brothers, the Hall of Purgatory, Barbatos… they’re all counting on each other to bring you home.

And bring you home he will, even if it’s the last thing he does.

Solomon has no time to lose.

He’s found you—the link is weak, but it’s there . He’s afraid if he waits too long it’ll disappear and he’ll lose your trail forever. If he wants to get to you, he must follow the trail this strange magic has left, and he has to do it fast. He has no time to call for anyone else, not even Lucifer. He’ll deal with his outrage later, when he brings you back to all your loved ones.

The link falls through time. Well, this is unexpected. And bad.

Solomon doesn’t hesitate, though. He’s a great sorcerer, and so are you (he’s chosen you to be his apprentice, after all), but this is unfamiliar to you and while Solomon might be many things, heartless he is not. 

You hold half of his heart, after all, and he really doesn’t want it to be lost in time. Not like this.

Solomon thinks of the first time his heart beat again for someone after so long, closes his eyes and takes the plunge to you through time and space.

He will find you and help you come back, no matter what.

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Hawaii is ridiculous. Why even bother with the van, just get rid of all the junk and put the 1 acre of land up for sale. This is in Captain Cook, HI and they want $33,333.

The realtor's description: The perfect tiny house starter kit.

I guess it's better to sit out here than in the van.

What even is this? Is that the bath down there on the right?

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/92-9021-Trade-Wind-Blvd-Captain-Cook-HI-96704/346264312_zpid/

[ouranbutworse]

Anime-Manga Comparisons, episode 14.

So! Right off the bat, Ukyou and Sakyou don’t buy the newspaper themselves in the manga like they do in the anime, they’re simply talking about the sales, and Ukyou is the one telling Akira to ask the Host Club for help, while Sakyou is arguing against it, saying that if they fail they fail, not only will their club shut down, but they might be expelled too. I guess this is part of Akira’s hatred of Tamaki, that the other two also fear him and the power he has from being the principal’s son. We also don’t see them looking over the Host Club doujins in the manga and comparing their sales, so no reference to Renge still working with them either.

The club performance (I really don’t know what to call anything they do) goes the same in both, except Haruhi gets a little thought spot roasting Honey and questioning if he’s really that cute, and then Tamaki does his STARLIGHT KICK and the window breaks off screen. When they go to the newspaper club the scenes are the same again as Tamaki and Kyo are at the desk, the twins are behind them reading the paper, and Haru, Honey and Mori are kindly sweeping up the broken glass. So sweet, so perfect!

The twins don’t drag Haruhi off in the manga either, in fact she kind of disappears for a second as Mother and the twins put their foot down and say they’re leaving, and Mori and Honey stay behind to comfort Tamaki as he cries, but Haruhi doesn’t say anything until the next scene when they’re back in the club room. He also eats bugle chips instead of playing with a ball sadly like a puppy. The puppydog eyes scene plays out the same except the others don’t disappear between looks, but it’s still Kyoya who gives in first.

Speaking of Kyoya, his scene where he goes to the club solo doesn’t happen in the manga, so he doesn’t drop off the first aid kit or have that talk with Akira about younger and older brothers, which was a good addition to the anime; it foreshadows what we find out later with his relationships between his siblings and father, and shows that, even if he’d never side with Akira anyway, that Akira chose the absolute worst thing to tell the completely wrong person. Also maybe it shows how little Akira actually knows about the hosts, too. His speech is different, but covers the same grounds in both, though he adds that the club was popular before the host club, and the other two say that’s not true and it wasn’t.

In the dub they kept the game as the daruma doll fell over, but in my version of the manga they translated it to red light green light. Very unnoteworthy but I’ve noted it anyway. Tamaki also banters with Kyoya a little more and equates their married couple bickering to them about to divorce. Such a silly man. I can’t believe Akira thinks he’s evil.

In the anime Tamaki kicks a can at Akira’s head (accidentally, he’s definitely not evil, just wholesomely clueless) and the hosts all run off to hide, but in the manga they switch games to colour tag and when Tamaki picks gold the others all crowd round him and grab his hair. (which is blondish brown) While Haruhi thinks about how she doesn’t really know Tamaki’s family at all, and grabs her own belt buckle because there’s some gold on it. Honey is the one who’s It for hide and seek, not Kyoya, and Tamaki grabs Haru’s hand and pulls her off to hide, saying the hide and seek loser will be subjected to Honey’s new trick, which follows his bunny kick and bunny punch, what a scary threat! Tamaki and Haruhi run off in fear to hide, and instead of hiding in the hedge maze under whatever the hell that thing is (a stone pavillion?) instead they find a tiny little hutch, or coop. Tamaki says it used to house animals, and it has wire fencing for windows. Haruhi gets a little too close for comfort and Tamaki panics and they struggle and cuddle for a second until Honey passes them, they both flap their arms at each other and Tamaki calls her an unruly daughter, and then they sit side by side with their knees up to their chests.

In the anime we see TamaHaru run off into the maze and Haruhi wonders about his family, but before their talk we see the newspaper club storm off with Kyoya well aware and about to pull a Kyoya, and then we see TamaHaru get completely lost in the maze. Their talk goes the same in both, except Haruhi questions if Anne-Sophie was bothered by Tamaki playing piano all the time, and we get what I assume is her imagine spot of Tamaki playing a Yanaha keyboard while his poor, sick mother looks so tired. You think I made a typo of the brand name there, but no, I did not. Tamaki also gets flustered at how cute Haruhi is when she smiles. Same.

Back with the newspaper club, Manga Akira admits that his injury was actually fake the whole time, which is interesting! He really is so evil.

Kyoya doesn’t get a really cool pose in the manga like he does in the anime, he just stands at the door with Mori and Honey, and because he didn’t give them the first aid kit, it’s left unclear how he has a floppy disk (sometimes I forget how old this manga really is) full of proof of their plot on it. He never explains it, so I’m going to guess dark magic. A wizard did it.

There’s no continuous theme of the roses in the manga outside of them just being used as props, since yknow, no colour, so we don’t see the characters and their roses symbolising themselves and their closeness to the others, ergo no Kyoya being completely alone, but the talk between him and Haruhi about Tamaki is the same, though the twins are also listening in instead of walking ahead, and when Haruhi asks which school the Suohs run, all three of them tell her that it’s Ouran. Kaoru looks a little disappointed in her and scolds her, telling her she should probably know the name of the Chairman. Boo her, Kaoru. She’s dumb.

Episode 14… get me out of this fucking maze!

[rebeccajk]

So earlier this week, I discovered this wonderful game called Household. The basic concept is take the set up from say the Littles or the Borrowers but make all the tiny people magic like fairies, Bogarts, etc. then place them in an enormous mansion that used to house people (who the small ones willingly served) but has since been abandoned.

Then add in the idea that due to the magic brought by the small people the house is begun to warp so say a dresser drawer can house a massive city. Plus, thanks too the house being abandoned whole forest of fungus have sprung up and house plants have overgrown and have respectively become forests for the small people and farmlands. to these people, the stairs leading to the second floor are a great mountain range that can take a day or more to climb.

Furthermore, the small people are divided up into four races and there are different countries that consist of one or more rooms in the house. The initial setting for the game begins in the aftermath of a great household war that raged for decades. Peace is uncertain and fragile and a campaign will play out across a period of five years with each year being a chapter consisting of various adventures that are called paragraphs.

The gameplay is narrative driven with an original system that features classes ranging from fighters to politicians to entertainers, scientists and more. The kind of game that views a low dice roll not as a failure but instead an opportunity to take the story in interesting directions.

Oh, and did I mention the art? Because it is gorgeous and there’s so much clever design work, such as keys fashioned after the ones used by the big people being one as one of the primary weapons of the land. These keys even come in both melee and gun form. Take a look at what I mean.

Household was initially a kickstarter a few years ago that saw the main book along with several campaigns and additional sourcebooks funded. And thanks to a black Friday sale going on right now at Drive Thru RPG you can get all of these books for a single $20 bundle which is normally $66. https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/474866/household-complete-collection-bundle

Best of all, there is currently a backer kit campaign running for the next volume of household, which will move the story forward across the next five years of this world. And you can get PDF versions of all the new books for only $26. I spent the last couple days reading through the first volume and related books, and I am hooked. I’m planning to run this game myself with friends next month. https://www.backerkit.com/c/projects/two-little-mice/household-ii-welcome-to-the-garden

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Personalizing Tiny House Interior with BOSS Tiny House Shell for Sale

You may be bombarded with many questions about the significance of a tiny house shell. In today’s evolving scenario, the prevalence of a tiny house shell has contributed a lot to modern society. If you are yearning for a detached space to attain your productivity goals, buy a tiny house shell for sale and get striking results. When a space crunch at home causes hurdles to your prospects, investing in a tiny house shell takes you one step closer to your aspiration. A tiny house shell is basically a finished exterior. It is a hollow structure with doors, windows, foundation, and a complete exterior. However, it gives you the satisfaction of being creative by custom-designing the interiors of a tiny house shell. 

How does BOSS Tiny House Shell help Olivia Create a Workspace? 

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The Rescue of the Gaelic Ghost Dance

A Short Story

The once a year traditional event rolled round again. The ceilidh with ‘the 1950s’ as its theme would be held in the community hall that night.  Somhairle Mhic Leòid - Sorley McLeod - had been looking forward to it for weeks. There was a lot going on in Stornoway these days but the 1950s ceilidh was a real horo-gheallaidh – shindig, still his favourite day on Leòdhais - Lewis.

The long mirror on the bedroom wall of his small flat reflected a satisfactory image. It was the way he saw himself, the way he wanted to be, his soul made manifest. The fair Viking hair dyed black and brylcreemed into a DA, the powder blue drape jacket with its black velvet collar, the drainpipe trousers and black brothel creepers. He would have tied a bootlace tie to complete the image but it hadn’t arrived in time. Otherwise, what was not to like about this gloriously authentic outfit, assembled from car-boot sales and online auctions, other than his own thin and wiry twenty year old frame on which the dazzling jacket hung a little too loosely?  He smiled widely, preening himself, turned his head left and right in narcissistc admiration. In his mind he was already jiving, birling round the hall with local lassies, twirling and throwing them while Chuck Berry skipped addictvely through the verses of the black boy reaching the Promised Land, Buddy Holly joyful with Oh Boy!, and Eddie Cochran insisting on Somethin Else. It struck him that too many great rock ‘n’ rollers died young, Buddy in an aeroplane and Eddie in a car, but at least none had died at sea.

Finally forcing his gaze away from the mirror and thinking of preparing a some sgadan – herring / black pudding - for tea Sorley glanced out of the bedroom window. It was late afternoon and already getting dark. He saw the usual end of winter winds were getting higher. Black clouds scudded across the dull sky. He heard the squawking of the gulls as they scurried inland ahead of bad weather. He bit his lip, suddenly seized with fear that the dance might be cancelled, and just then his phone rang. Scowling apprehensively, he hurried into his tiny living-room and grabbed the handset.

“Hallo,” he barked.

“Sorley, there’s a shout,” a rough voice spoke urgently. “Get down to the quay. Five minutes.” And the caller hung up, gone before Sorley had any chance to reply. The Coxswain, Captain McLeod, never wasted words.

Sorley was out of his front door and onto his motorbike in a flash. Reaching the station house he saw the rest of the crew hastily donning their bright yellow kit and checking their equipment.  No-one but his friend Uilleam had time to comment briefly on the bizarrely attired apparition that was Sorley.  Concentration and effective preparation were all.  Sorley was soon in full waterproofs and at his allotted station onboard the Lord of the Isles as it ran down the slipway and splashed into the choppy grey swell of the North Minch.

“A mayday?”

“Only two crew,” his friend Uilleam - William, an older family man, replied.

“Not quite the Iolaire cò-dhiù - anyway.”

“Don’t joke Sorley. Every life matters.”

“Ochone - sorry, of course Uilly. But why were they on the water?” shouted Sorley, the smell of  brine in his nose and taste of salt water in his mouth as the lifeboat skipped across the towering waves like a flat stone sent skiffing across a pond.

“History re-enactment,” the older man shouted back, showers of spray washing over them both each time the high speed boat bumped over the next big wave.

“History re-enactment?” puzzled Sorley.

“Academic – mad scientist - wants to test old sea routes - historical text in some library - Bishop of Man and Sodor. Aimed to follow the wake of  longships from Islay to the Battle of Largs - but coastguard forbade it. Ended up opting for Loch Broom to Stornoway. Engines failed halfway across.”

“Radio working though.” 

“Luckily - emergency call. Pump failed – not checked properly beforehand either. Taking on water fast.  Blown well off course – drifting south near Na h-Eileanan Seunta - The Enchanted Isles / The Shiant Isles. Captain will have us there no no time.”

“Surprised they got past the Summer Isles.”

It was after seven o’clock by the time they reached the supplied co-ordinates and the sky was black, the squall now in full storm mode, water battering down on them from above and crashing up over them from below, no moonlight and minimal visibility.  But the radar had returned a signal and, while hoping to sight a distress flare, Captain Mcleod switched on the searchlight and screwed up his eyes. He managed to pick out a tiny flickering light and hoped to find a small boat adrift, bobbing like a cork tossing around in the wild sea. But as the lifeboat bounced up as near as possible alongside he saw the hull of the boat was under water. 

Sorley could make out a young woman, anorak and jeans, drenched to the bone, hair glued to her scalp, up to her waist in water, a small torch waving from a trembling hand.  Waves now crashing over the boat’s gunwales which occasionally glistening above water. Only the boat’s small cabin, rocked left and right by the gales whipping round it, still protruded much above the surf.

“Throwing a lifebelt” Sorley yelled. But even as he threw it with all his might he saw the gale simply send it back again.

“Never work - winds too high,” the Captain bellowed, “and that boat’s too far sunk for a tow rope.”

“Launch the inflatable?” Uilleam roared into the gale, though it was obvious the sea swell was now probibitively high for this suggestion.

Captain McLeod gripped the loud-hailer, pressed it to his salt and pepper beard and pointed it at the crew of the wreck, even though his words were distorted by the storm, carried away in the gale, he announced that he would attempt an immediate rescue. He then gave the command “Fire the breeches buoy - Aim for the cabin wall.”

Almost immediately Sorley heard the explosion as the line was fired, but the crunch as it made made contact could not be heard above the roar of the storm. Still, the line held.

 Yet still the woman stood swaying against the gumwale, petrified, scared to move lest she would be washed away, despite knowing she was only a short prayer from drowning anyway, and oblivious to the line’s purpose even as the breeches buoy swung close behind her, twisting in the gale.

“I’ll go,” shouted Sorley immediately, and began winching the harness back towards the lifeboat, hauling maniacally, and quickly tied himself in, letting Uilleam release him back out over the violent sea raging between the boats. Reaching the sinking vessel he released himself from the harness and found his feet no longer reached a solid surface. He had only trained in rescue swimming in a wet suit, not in full kit. Fortunately, a couple of strong strokes between the biggest waves and gusts of wind allowed him to grab the now floating wonan by the arm and drag her back to the harness. 

Only then did the terrified woman attempt to speak, shouting almost hysterically. “My father, Professor Fraser, in the cabin. Save him. You must save him.”

Sorley grabbed the rope hanging from the end of the breeches buoy and tied it round the woman’s waist to anchor her, all the time talking to calm her, mentioning the dance he’d be missing. She said her name was Peggy. He could hear the Captain shouting through the short wave radio unit built into his kit “Load her up fast, let’s get her over,” but for this the woman’s co-operation was essential and she refused to move until her father was dealt with first. “He’s injured – flung down as the boat bounced and twisted in the storm,” she shouted.

“This is some merry dance you’re leading me,” Sorley complained.

“That’s what my father says. But it was him called me Peggy Sue, taught me to jive. Old rock ‘n’ roll. I love to jive.”

Sorley smiled at her hysterical ramblings despite the devastation around him, and found it impossible to refuse a favour for a woman with such an evocative name and impeccable musical taste. As the Captain bawled over the radio “Get her into the harness, there’s no time” he instead swam to the cabin entry and saw a half-dead man at the helm, eyes closed, white hands gripping the wheel, blood washing down the side of his face from a gash in his temple. With difficulty he pulled the fingers from the wheel, put one arm round the man’s waist and, gripping the wood of the cabin wall with the other, he floated himself round to the outside again where the woman was able to grasp her father’s arm and hold him.

Together, Sorley and the woman managed to hoist the Professor into the buoy, and then, after necessarily untying her from the breeches buoy rope, Sorley circled his arm, gesturing to Uilleam to start winching. He yelled “Haul away now,” just as the cabin was sinking below the waterline and Professor Fraser’s short journey began.

Through the dark spray Sorley made out the shadow of a figure being taken on to the bobbing lifeboat even as the cabin immediately behind him disappeared entirely beneath the waves, dragging the the breeches buoy down with it. Left floating in the raging sea Sorley held on tightly to the woman as if performing some grotesque modern dance, both now entirely reliant on Sorley’s lifejacket.  Struggling desperately in the broiling sea he managed to tie the loose strings that hung from his lifejacket to the woman’s arms, preventing the waves from washing her apart from him.

Captain McLeod was desperately trying to discard the breeches buoy and manoevre the lifeboat round towards them when a massive swell rose up to drive Sorley and the woman much further away from the lifeboat, with the heavy tide pushing them rapidly towards the jagged outlying bare rocks of the Shiants.

Throughout the stormy night the lifeboat searched the darkness even after power for the searchlight gave out and only the beam from Scalpay’s lighthouse twinkled in the distance. Sorley’s radio had failed and the seas were too violent, the tides moving too fast for the floating bodies to be located.  By the early hours Captain McLeod was forced to give the command to return to harbour.

The puffins had emerged grunting from their burrows and crevices on the uninhabited Shiants into the calm sunshine of the following day when the search helicopter spotted a yellow jacket at the foot of Garbh Eilean – Rough Island. It closed in on the battered bodies, still entwined, floating in a dark pool between deadly Shiant rocks.

The lifeboat reached Stornoway in the early morning, the crew devastated, having saved only one of the two in peril and having lost one of their own. 

Uilleam was sombre as he trudged back to the family home. Not sure how to tell his sixteen year old daughter Eilidh what had happened he talked to her first of how a severe storm brewed up suddenly in the Minch, the weather at sea becoming horrendous. He was surprised when his daughter interrupted with her own exciting news that despite the storm she had been so very pleased because the ceilidh had gone ahead and that his friend Sorley had put in an appearance for half an hour or so. “But,” she complained, “he danced all the time with a girl I’ve never seen before and she hadn’t even got dressed up. And he didn’t talk to anyone - not even me,” she pouted.

Uilleam pulled his daughter towards him and said “Look, I’m sorry Eilidh, you’re mistaken. You see, Sorley was on the call with me last night and... well,... I’m afraid he never came back with us.”

But before the full implication of his words had time to register Eilidh insisted “But that can’t be right. He came in late and all the girls were watching him. He did fantastic jiving with that girl, swinging her back and forwards, twirling, sliding her through his legs, having so much fun.  Everyone saw them.”

Uilleam’s face took on a very worried, perplexed expression. “What did the girl look like?”

“She was nothing special, just in an anorak and jeans, but she could really dance.”

“And Sorley – long blue jacket, narrow trousers, thick soled shoes?”

“Yes, that was him.”

“And tie?”

“Yes, he’d dyed his blonde hair black, combed back in that funny way, and he had a lovely matching bootlace tie.”

“I think maybe that girl was called Peggy Sue” Uilleam murmured under his breath”, incredulous, “and he even got his tie”. His face had turned ashen as he dropped to the sofa feeling he might otherwise collapse altogether, the tempest in his mind as hard to handle as the one so recently experienced at sea.

A couple of days later a grieving Professor Fraser insisted on funding the following year’s rock ‘n’ roll ceilidh in memory of his daughter. “It will be twice as good next time,” the organisers promised.

And indeed at the following year’s 1950s themed ceilidh in the dimly lit community hall many dancers swore that, when the DJ let Chuck Berry’s Promised Land rip, the glitter ball hanging from the ceiling sparkled, projecting a ghostly shadow image on the wall, the silhouette of a man in lifeboat gear. He was jiving with an unknown woman, both of them laughing, happy and carefree.

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