She creaks, groans, and settles herself
She creaks, groans, and settles herself. Her sails snap taut in the Caribbean wind, her dark-eyed figurehead paying homage to the swells. She knows, she knows that this is her final journey, as the man bids her farewell from the wheel. He is burying her, it is her time. She goes, a stately queen, to her last resting place, the cove where he first laid eyes on her, a tattered wreck, restored with loving hands and years of time. He dives from her rail, as he has done so many times before, and she watches him go, whispering to him through the wind that she will always love him.