Hey everyone. I was going through my computer's old files and I found some things I never put on here. I wrote this probably 3 years ago but I was hoping to post it on the site and hopefully get some feedback. Let me know what you think!
Raising the bottle to his rum-stained lips, a smug look came across his face. Perhaps, he thought, raising his eyes to the level of the bottle's label, one can consume himself with just the precise amount of a substance to rid himself of his pain and toss his pride aside- as simply as one rids himself of loose pocket change into a fountain filled with an endless quantity of worthless wishes.
Carelessly fumbling with the usually fussed-over wheel, he half-heartedly mumbled; mumbled to the glimmering stars, to the wind riveting throughout the sails, or to his soul. He was not sure of where the words had traveled, yet he only paused momentarily between them if to only consume yet more alcohol or to merely laugh at a distant memory. Whatever the case, it was always quite obvious when nights like this would sporadically appear that she would complete his thoughts. Her memory had its unique way of tugging at the corners of his lips and permanently pasting a sultry gaze within his eyes. Typically ending with a hung-over captain collapsed in a heap beneath his treasured wheel, these nights would linger till morning. They would linger as long as it look for him to reminisce, reminiscing being the action he found most necessary.
"There're many different people you'll meet," he'd often preach, "that you'll leave behind- whether meeting by chance for a day, a year, or even a lifetime, you won't forget 'em. And if they can't escape your dreams, you find have to sit and wonder why."
"I didn't know it wasn't right to love her," he stated aloud. "I just did." He chuckled a bit, and his golden teeth shown with the moon's blush upon them. The eyes once wetly glazed suddenly sparkled. The bottle released from his grip, and the sound of its glass breaking echoed across the deck. He approached the railing as he inhaled his surroundings. He came to a conclusion, that being she'd have wished for his contentment rather than his grief. He belonged where he now stood with the burden of power upon his shoulders, and she with power placed upon her.
"If memories are keeping my soul alive," he whispered, "then those of her shall be worth that of ten lifetimes."