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Post by loco123456 on Oct 15, 2023 21:45:29 GMT
Here you will find my Theodore Tugboat fanfiction. Hope you enjoy!
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Post by loco123456 on Oct 15, 2023 21:47:25 GMT
George Loses A Friend
Truro the fishing trawler was getting ready to leave Ceilidh’s Cove to go fishing. “Have a nice trip,” said Dorothy. “I will,” said Truro. But as he started to leave, his engine started to make very strange sounds. He stopped immediately. “Is something the matter,” asked Dorothy. “Yes. It’s my engine. I won’t be able to go fishing until it’s fixed. I must go to the Big Harbour to get it repaired.”
George was the closest tug to Ceilidh’s Cove, so he was sent to tow Truro to the Big Harbour. “Thanks George,” said Truro gratefully. “No problem,” said George. Then Truro turned his attention to Dorothy. “A fishing trawler is coming to take my place while I’m away being repaired,” he explained. “Please make him feel at home.” “I will,” promised Dorothy as George started to pull Truro away.
The next day George was floating next to Blandford. He was waiting for a ship to arrive. As he waited, he saw a fishing trawler approaching. George was so surprised by who it was that he nearly bumped into Blandford. “Shamus! What are you doing here?” Explained George as the fishing trawler came up to him and Blandford. “I’m going to be taking Truro’s place at Ceilidh’s Cove,” explained Shamus. “Can you please help me get there?” “Of course. But we’ll have to hurry. A ship is arriving soon and I must be here to take it into the harbour.”
George was so pleased to see Shamus again. He had many questions for him. “How has fishing been,” he asked. “Oh, it’s been alright,” said Shamus. George was surprised. He waited for Shamus to explain why, but Shamus didn’t elaborate. “Have you gotten covered in ice?” “No. I have made sure to take cover at the nearest harbour to ensure I don’t get covered in ice.”
George asked Shamus a few more questions, and in some cases Shamus explained himself, and other times he gave nondescript responses. George found it a little puzzling that his friend wasn’t as open as he had been before. “Maybe he’s tired,” thought George. “I’m sure he’ll have more energy tomorrow to talk with me.”
Soon they arrived at Ceilidh’s Cove. Dorothy was so excited to see Shamus that she rocked violently back and forth. “Hello! I’m Dorothy! Who are you?” “This is Shamus,” said George. “He’ll be taking Truro’s place.” “Great! I can’t wait to get to know you!” Exclaimed Dorothy. Just then George heard a ship’s horn. “I must go back to work,” said George to Shamus. “I’ll try to come and visit you tomorrow.” And with that, George hurried back to Blandford.
The next day the Dispatcher had George take a load of bumpers to Ceilidh’s Cove. He had heard about Shamus’ arrival and thought it would allow George to have some time to talk with his friend as the bumpers were being unloaded. When George arrived he found Shamus was unloading his catch of fish. “Morning Shamus,” said George cheerfully. “How was your first night?” “Good.” George then looked at all the fish Shamus had caught. “That’s a lot of fish,” said George. “How long did it take you to catch them?” “Only a few hours.” “Has Dorothy been making you feel welcomed?” “Yes.” George was now even more confused. He asked Shamus some more questions, but Shamus gave him more one-worded responses or vague descriptions. “This is very strange,” thought George. “Shamus is even less open than he was yesterday.” Dorothy then came up alongside George. “Hiya George! How’s Truro getting on?” “I’m not sure,” said George. “Can you please let me know if you see him,” asked Dorothy. “I miss him very much.” Then she floated so close to George and spoke so softly that only George could hear. “Shamus has not been very talkative,” whispered Dorothy. “I asked him last night if he would tell me some of his ocean stories, but he said he was too tired. And this morning he said he hardly remembered any of his adventures.” George felt sorry for the rowboat and wanted to make her feel better. “I’ll go and visit Truro at the end of the day,” said George kindly.
George kept his word and went to the Repair Dock that evening to see Truro. “Evening Truro. How are the repairs coming along?” “Quite nicely,” said Truro. “I should be here for a couple more days and then be back at Ceilidh’s Cove.” “Excellent,” said George. “I’ll tell Dorothy if I see her before you return.” “Thank you George. How is my substitute doing?” “Fine. I guess.” Said George. Truro noticed George wasn’t too pleased when he said this. “Is something the matter,” asked Truro. “Yes.” Admitted George. Then he told Truro all about Shamus and how he had been acting. “I just don’t get it,” said George when he finished. “He used to be so talkative and now he’s shutting me out.” Truro was silent for a moment. Then he sighed. “I suppose your friendship with him is starting to deteriorate.” “But why? I haven’t been mean to him.” “You see George, friends tell each other almost everything, and don’t block off any parts of their life. But the moment they start doing so, well, your friendship will be no more as the other friend closes off more and more areas of their life that they once shared with you.” “So what should I do?” “I would still be friendly with him,” advised Truro. “But I would also keep in mind that you and him might be acquaintances like you were before the two of you became friends.” “I see,” said George, who was upset about losing a friend, but very pleased he had finally spoken to someone about it. “Well, I better return to my dock. Storytelling Time will be starting soon. Goodnight Truro, and thank you for your insight.” “No problem,” said Truro. “I’m glad I could be of assistance.”
The following day George took some supplies to Ceilidh’s Cove. “Hi Dorothy. Hello Shamus.” “Hi George,” said Dorothy cheerfully. “Did you visit Truro?” “Yes. He is doing fine. He should be back in a couple of days.” “Great!” Shouted Dorothy. “I mean, I’m glad he’s doing well.” George and Dorothy talked and talked about the Repair Dock as Bobby barrage unloaded the supplies. “Alright Dorothy, I must head back to the Big Harbour and see the Dispatcher to get my next job.” “Okay. But please come back soon.” “I will,” said George with a smile in his voice. Then he looked at Shamus. “Goodbye Shamus,” said George. “Bye Georgie.” And with that, George left. It felt strange to not speak with Shamus, nor for Shamus to join his conversation with Dorothy. But he was pleased that he could at least a goodbye out of the fishing trawler.
A few days later Truro came back to Ceilidh’s Cove. Dorothy was overjoyed to see him. “Oh Truro, I’m so glad you’re back,” said Dorothy excitedly, as arrived. “So am I,” said Truro. Then he turned his attention to Shamus. “Thank you for taking my place. I hope you have a safe journey home.” “Thank you,” said Shamus, as he lifted his anchor out of the water and slowly set off for home.
George was floating beside Blandford waiting for a ship to arrive when he saw Shamus going out onto the ocean. “It’s a shame he’s no longer a friend of mine,” thought George gloomily. Then George looked at Blandford to take his mind off of Shamus. He thought for a very long time as he waited for the next ship’s arrival. After some time, he smiled. “Well, I at least still have plenty of friends,” thought George, “and having friends is very important.”
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Post by loco123456 on May 4, 2024 20:18:19 GMT
Hank’s Test
Hank was pleased to be coming home after a long day’s work. He had moved Bayswater barrage; helped Theodore and George bring ships in and out of the Harbour; and delivered a new generator to Lilly Lighthouse. “I’m going to have some good stories for Storytelling Time,” thought Hank. He was just moving into his usual place for Storytelling Time when the Dispatcher immediately spun around to speak with him. “Hank, I’m very pleased with how hard you work around the Big Harbour,” praised the Dispatcher. “Thank you Mr. Dispatcher,” said Hank politely. “And so,” continued the Dispatcher, “you have proven you are ready to be tested to see if you can also make deliveries to Ceilidh’s Cove.” “How wonderful, thank you, thank you,” exclaimed Hank. “When do I get tested?” “Next week Friday,” said the Dispatcher with a smile in his voice. Just then Theodore arrived. “Theodore! Theodore! You’ll never guess what the Dispatcher is going to have me tested on,” exclaimed Hank, who could hardly contain his excitement. Theodore thought for a moment. “On your knowledge of safety flags,” suggested Theodore. “Nope. I’m going to be tested to see if I can also make delivers to Ceilidh’s Cove,” said Hank proudly. “I was wondering if you could help me study.” “Absolutely,” said Theodore cheerfully.
After work the following evening Theodore showed Hank the route to Ceilidh’s Cove. “It’s very long,” commented Hank as he took in his surroundings. “I’m glad that there’s at least enough space so I can still pull my barages by my side.” “Yes,” said Theodore. “There’s plenty of room. So much room that even Digby is able to fit.” “As well as get stuck,” chuckled Hank. “That too,” said Theodore, also laughing at the comment. Eventually the two tugs arrived at Ceilidh’s Cove. Truro and Dorothy were getting ready to fall asleep when they arrived. “Hello Theodore,” said Dorothy, who immediately stopped feeling tired. “Have you come to have a sleepover with us?” “No Dorothy,” said Theodore. “I’m showing my friend Hank how to get here. He’s going to be tested next week to see if he can make deliveries here, just like me.” “Great,” shouted Dorothy, who looked cheerfully at Hank. “It’s a pleasure to meet another friend of Theodore’s.” “Thank you,” said Hank, who was already starting to get used to Dorothy’s uncontrollable excitement. “Now we must get back to the Great Ocean Dock.” Dorothy became upset. “Don’t worry,” said Hank hastily. “You’ll see me again tomorrow.” Dorothy cheered up, and feeling with this Hank and Theodore started to head back to the Big Harbour.
The following day Hank finished bringing in a ship earlier than expected. He went to see the Dispatcher and told him how he was giong to go study the route to Ceilidh’s Cove. The Dispatcher agreed, but told Hank to keep his radio on so he could be called upon to do a job. Hank cheerfully started to leave the Big Harbour when Theodore approached him. “Hank, are you busy at the moment,” asked Theodore. “No. Why?” “I was wondering if you’d like to see what’s washed up on Sandy Beach,” said Theodore. Hank thought for a moment. Then he said: “Sorry, but I’m going to go study the route to Ceilidh’s Cove.” “Oh, that’s a great idea,” said Theodore. “Perhaps later today we can go to Sandy Beach.” “Yes,” said Hank, but as he continued to leave the Big Harbour, he wasn’t so sure if he would have time to play. He really wanted to go outside the Big Harbour just like his good friend Theodore and felt studying had to come first, just like work. “Perhaps after I’ve passed my test I will have time to play,” thought Hank, cheering up after making up his mind about it.
Soon Hank was constantly studying the route to Ceilidh’s Cove whenever he had downtime. But as he went over the route many times he started to get very tired. When he came home at night all he wanted to do was sleep. The other tugboats were starting to become concerned. “It is very important to study for such a big test,” said George, “but there is a point where it can become too much.” “Which can be dangerous,” added Foduck. “Since he’s always doing it throughout the day, there’s a chance he could become so tired that he has an accident.” “Then what should we do,” pondered Emily. They were all silent for a moment. Then Theodore spoke up. “I think I have an idea,” he said with a smile in his voice. “I don’t know if it’ll work, but it’s worth a try.” And he explained his plan to the others. Then he spoke to the Dispatcher. “That’s a very good idea,” said the Dispatcher. “I will have Hank work with you tomorrow.” The next day the Dispatcher did just that. Hank was very confused as to why, especially after being told how he must always be with Theodore for the whole day. Now Hank and Theodore are good friends but Hank really wanted to study the route to Ceilidh’s Cove. “Can we at least go study the route when we are resting between jobs,” asked Hank. “Sorry Hank,” said Theodore. “We will only study the route once, and it will happen in the evening.” “Okay Theodore,” said Hank disappointedly.
Hank helped Theodore deliver supplies to the Oceanic Institute. Then they went to Blandford and brought Igloo, an oil tanker to the Oil Refinery. Afterwards they collected garbage with Guysborough. “The day’s twice as rotten as yesterday,” said Guysborough grumpily. “Why use two tugboats for one barage?” “The Dispatcher wanted Hank and I to both work with you,” said Theodore calmly. But Hank didn’t feel calm. He was annoyed about not going to Ceilidh’s Cove. Once they took Guysborough to the Dump Theodore and Hank went to Sandy Beach. “Look at all the wonderful things,” said Theodore excitedly. “Yes,” said Hank, who forgot about being upset and started to enjoy himself as Theodore and him looked at all the objects. There was a beachball, a couple deck chairs; and even a colorful hat. “If I ever needed a new hat,” said Hank cheerfully, “I wouldn’t mind having that tie-dye one.” “Me too,” said Theodore. Just then the Dispatcher called them over the radio. “Break’s over,” said Theodore. “Back to work.”
Whenever they had a break between jobs Hank and Theodore did all the things Hank had missed out on when he was rigorously studying. Hank forgot all about studying until evening. “Alright Hank,” said Theodore, “now we can study the route to Ceilidh’s Cove.” And so the two tugboats studied the route once more. They chatted briefly with Truro and Dorothy before heading back to the Great Ocean Dock for Storytelling Time. For most of the way back Hank was quiet. He was thinking about the entire day. “Theodore,” said Hank at last, “I see why the Dispatcher wanted me to be with you all day. We got our usual work done, had fun, and I got to study. Everything I’d want to do.” “Yes,” said Theodore. “So I suppose, I could possibly make a compromise between having fun and studying,” said Hank thoughtfully. “After all, I miss Storytelling Time. I’m glad I’ll be able to be a part of it tonight.” Theodore smiled. He was glad his plan had work. For the remaining couple of days Hank reduced the number of times he’d study. Instead of six times a day he only studied twice. That way he could have fun with his friends. He felt a little uncomfortable doing this and wasn’t quite sure if compromising could be done. But all that changed on the day of his test. He was to deliver oil drums using Bayswater to Ceilidh’s Cove. Foduck carefully watched Hank go around corners and how Hank made sure to not stay too close to the shoreline. Eventually they reached Ceilidh’s Cove, the test ending when Bayswater started to unload the oil drums. “You passed your test Hank,” said Foduck proudly. “How do you feel?” “I feel great,” exclaimed Hank, “especially since I compromised studying. It seems like a balance can be made after all.”
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