Waves crashing, tumbling down, buckets of raindrops spilling from the sky. Sailing out, past the horizon, in despicable weather. A tsunami-like wave, swallowing the boats whole…
20 Years Later
Stepping onto the hard mattress, reaching up, pushing open the cracked, muddy window, not one foreboding feeling, just a determined look on her face. She had done this one hundred times before, as she had never found the key to her front door. She climbs through the window onto the slippery, wet tiles, that were dented, broken and inadequate. Throwing a frayed rope around a lightning-struck branch, then swinging to the marshy ground, she lands with a thud!
She was alone. Living in a rusty, old, broken home. Her parents long gone. She’s tried hard to keep the secret, not telling anyone about their ‘unfortunate’ drowning in the deep estuary near her home. She was doing okay, but she had almost spent the family’s money, the cupboards were beginning to look bare.
She walks the stony path to the sea. Reaching the beach, she stops, waits, a long time passes… Staring, watching the crushing waves and thinking of the ghosts of sailors years ago, that could morph out of the deep at any time.
Suddenly she’s compelled to dive into the chilling, salty ocean… At first, she swims, then she’s dragged down, salt crystals filling her lungs. She opens her eyes to reveal images of those wretched sailors and boats, drowning, breaking, dying… Now ghosts, haunting this aqua land. Fighting for life, battling the current, she moves her arms and legs frantically, finally head above water, gasping for air! Feeling sand beneath her toes, then pulling herself back to the sandy shore.
Collapsing onto the beach, drenched, she lays there exhausted, should she have saved herself, or have let the ocean take her? Getting slowly up, she walks, shivering from her traumatizing experience. Around the headland, she spies two boats resting up next to each other, paint-chipped and rotting. Realising they must be old sailors’ boats, washed ashore. Clambering her way onto the damaged deck she sits down and leans against the cracked steering wheel. She stays there; unmoving, watching the sunset burying itself into the unknown. She closes her eyes and dreams…