Shards of Crusty Glass: Part 3
That darkness, that sea chest, I loathed it. I could see nothing, I could do nothing, and I could hear everything! I could hear the pistol and baldrics argue over who was more important, the books quote philosophy, the charts wrinkling over where they were going, but the most maddening sounds were that of outside. All I could think about was what was outside of that musty box.
Everything was outside of that box. Things changed everyday outside of that box. Things such as the sun and its extraordinary ability to burn for hours, dip below the watery horizon and later resurface undaunted by its wet trip. Nothing was constant. The wind whistled a different way answering the sails' calls for her, the sails were always a bit more worn, more salt sprayed onto thePearl, with every second. The queen of change, the sea never stopped moving. I say queen because that is the way my captain saw the sea, though the sea has no gender. I was still weary of it, but I began to realize it reminded me of the mystical one. She always moved as if she were searching for something. There was always something beneath what I could see, something hidden. Yes, I had always known her, but it would be a lie to say we who sat on her shelves knew all her secrets.