Life of the Seafarers

 Life of the Seafarers

 

A bright day, the sun was shining, the breeze attacked me on the face as I glanced to the vast-deep-blue-ocean spread at the bottom of my feet. Down there, two delicate creatures was patiently waiting God's blessing. With their razor teeth, they writhed to and fro.

Here I was, standing by the side of the ship, my hands were tied. I was surrounded by so many crews who were singing and laughing. Right in my back, stood a big man with sword in his right hand, pushing me forcefully with his sword to walk on a long wooden plank. I did not have any choice except walking on the plank, closer and closer to the border. The razor-teeth-creatures were boosted with happiness and leaped as I got closer to the edge.

 

I cannot understand why all my fellows, and my relatives just stayed at the ship, instead of rescuing me, they were just singing and laughing. I tried so hard to hear what they were saying, and singing, and in a faint sound, I heard them singing "Happy birthday. we hope you will always in happiness".

 

I was startled. I was still standing motionlessly. Then, I eventually said " Thank you fellows, I do appreciate everything you do as you do it with an honorable intention", and then tearfully, I jumped overboard fearlessly... and... honorably...

Sea

Sea

'What do you expect? you are not living in heaven', That is the sentence, or perhaps.. excuse I said to myself whenever grieve pervaded into my life, and took away my gaiety.

Days were passing by..

Sadday.. 

Moanday.. 

Tearsday.. 

Wastedday.. 

Thirstday.. 

Frightday.. 

Shatterday..

As the sun born in the east, died in the west, and reincarnated continuously. I awoke from a long hibernation. I felt my head's been round and round. I messed up with my mind. Still, everything seemed to have changed to be somewhat tranquil. I am no longer capable of hearing her silence and gazing her absence. Nobody lingered on my lawn anymore.

I walked to the window, and found the sun shined brighter than ever. Then I sauntered around my backyard, gazing from my left shoulder, and found I was walking on a white sand. No, it was not white sand, it used to be a small pond.

I must have slept for years. In the pond, the sea had been evaporated, and there crystallized into some salt.

The sea might have dried, but it did not entirely vanished, it left a remain.

There is something I cannot let go.. something that I have to live with.

Now, what am I going to do with the salt?

Well, I can put it on my wound, or make it useful in my kitchen. The choice is mine.