I got this idea suddenly somewhere today...

I hope you're going to enjoy this story :D

Prologue: As Rough As The Sea

With a large smile on his face, the young shipper watched his sailors running back and forth over the deck of his ship. A young boy, sweeping the deck, some sweat dripping down from his face. A larger man, stood in front of the rudder. The man looked with great confidence into the direction he steered the ship. And then there was a man, wearing filthy clothes, hanging high in the mast, knotting the headsail to the mast together.

The shipper couldn't imagine a better way to spend his days, working beside his sailors, but also his best friends. Spending the days alone with them in the middle of a lonely sea. No one to disturb them from their pursuits. No women, no girls to get their minds away from their daily tasks. That is how he liked it. Complete focus on her, and on her only. She was the one who helped them through the roughest storms, she has saved their lives uncountable times. She was the one he could trust one. The one beside, under him. The one he had known from the start of his career. His ship.

'Marlene'. He had named her Marlene. After a girl he had known a long time ago. When he was just a teenager. He wouldn't say that he was old now, he only was older than back then. He could feel her now. He could see her now. The ship... The love between them... Unbreakable... Until it broke...

Sailing the never-ending seas, as he would have liked to sail through her heart, explore the depths of her mind, like he explored the depths of those waters. He leaned against the railing of his ship. He wondered if he would have sailed away, accepted this job, if she was still next to him. He shook his head. He was needed. He was a man. He needed to be strong. He needed to get through his life, like he had dreamed he would. Like his father had said he would.

The three sailors lined up in front of him. All of them with a small smile on their face. Everyone of them done with their tasks. The ship steadily sailing towards the rising sun, the deck cleaned and the headsail being tight up nicely. The shipper smiled back. "Good job boys."

The ship sailed further and further on. The dark sea slamming mercilessly against it, leaving white foam flying in the air. Beautiful, strong and unbreakable, the ship sailed through all the mighty sea throw at it. As if it wasn't going to stop for anyone or anything. But nothing is as it seems. Maybe the sea isn't as forceful as it looks... The foam not as white as it seems... Maybe the ship isn't as strong as it appeared to be...

:) I hope you enjoyed it so far!