Chapter 1: Lifelike in the seas
Note: This is my very first non-crossover story I have ever written. After listening to the sophomore album of Porter Robinson, Nurture. I decided to make a story with a OC based on Porter Robinson.
Porter Robinson have been a great inspiration to many artist in the media. I have been listening his music since the release of Worlds and Shelter. He and Madeon were the main reason that made keep going on with life.
Weston Pierre, a 27 year old young man, living his life in the mansion with nothing but to take over the family business after the passing of his parents. He was the son of the richest family in Wales. Though there was one problem:
Weston is not the type of person that is interesting in running businesses like land ownership. Instead, he is much different.
He loves music and he wanted to be a musician. But he couldn't pursue that dream as he has to carry on the family business. Which what made him depressed and saddened about. However he kept music as his hobby.
Whenever Weston feels those negative emotions with him, he would visit his favourite place for solace and joy.
The Garden. It was the only thing that gave sanctuary and made sure to plant the kind of flora that did the same for Mother Nature. The greens of the grass rose to so many high notes of colour as any good classical piece will do.
In the grass, only a flower with true roots, nurtured by a loving mother earth may bloom, for only then can they drink from the rain. To admire the bloom and ignore the need for roots is to accept the death of all flowers, to walk into a world where flowers are only paper-thin works of paint and easel.
The flowers. They were like a dream of the earth that was born into reality come the spring light. It can be seen as a dancing rainbow, as if light and music had found a new way to blossom together.
Weston sat down in the piano set that he placed up years ago. While playing the beautiful cords of melody, he breathing in the fresh air of nature. He can never get tired of their sweet fragrance of flowers. Each one is a delicate bloom, no matter if it is a formal garden or a waste land. Their petals are delicate works of art and their hues are medicine for his lonely soul.
They were all-
"Weston!" a voice of his butler, Grimsby brought the young man back to reality, which made him press the wrong key note and ruin the whole melody. "Sire! We must go! Our ship is about to leave!"
Weston sighed and said. "Alright! I'm coming!"
The prince exited in the garden and walked his way toward the gate, where a carriage was waiting outside. He was greeted by the presence of Grimsby. "On we go, my liege?" The butler said as he open the carriage door for Weston.
"Yeah, let's go," Weston said with a small smile. He entered the carriage and they rode their way to the docks.
(Time skip by DJ Potaro【=◈︿◈=】)
The sea is infinite blue in infinite weather patterns, yet in all this she is the prettiest colour I ever saw. While the ocean is a sister of watery depths and beauty. She is the soul of this world, the keeper or our oceanic brethren. She flows over mountains and to the depths of the trenches just the same, reaching around the globe in strong embrace.
The fog comes as nature's gentle hand to once more give nature a chance to return into view after her graceful repose. It comes as softest white to embrace all, to make it a cocoon until the heat returns and the colours of nature are ready to flutter once more while birds are flying and porpoises are swimming happily.
From the fog, a ship appears crashing through the waves. Sailor men singing their tale of the bottomless blue sea. Weston was in the side of the ship with Grimsby, enjoying the feeling of sea air as it rises in such lofty drafts to carry heaven's birds ever higher.
"Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face…" Weston said with enthusiasm. He breathed in the air and smiled. "A perfect day to be at sea!"
Although Weston was loving the sea air, Grimsby wasn't. He was having trouble with his sea sickness and couldn't help but vomit or gag around the ship. "Oh, yes. Delightful." Grimsby said and started retching. Weston just rolled his eyes at Grimsby.
"A fine strong wind and a following sea. King Triton must be in a friendly-type mood." A sailor commented.
Weston looked at Sailor with a questioning look. "King Triton?"
The sailor look at Weston with shock. "Why, ruler of the merpeople, lad. Thought every good sailor knew about him." The sailor explained.
"Merpeople!" Grimsby scoffed. "Weston, pay no attention to this nautical nonsense."
"But it ain't nonsense, it's the truth! I'm tellin' you, down in the depths o' the ocean they live." The sailor defended as he gestures wildly, which made the fish in his hand flops away and lands back in the ocean.
Every sailor laughed at the incident while Weston just shake his head with a smile. He walked back to his own cabin. He had a piano standing near the window of his cabin. Weston sat down in his piano seat and started to play a few chords.
He started hum the tune as it swim through mind like a wakeful dream, the notes relaxing him, enabling the song to call to his entire being. Music could never be something superfluous to him, it is medicine delivered in the most divine way.
His music fills the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the Ship. Some react to the melody, others continue in chatter, but always it speaks to them in some manner. Weston continues to play the piano until a lively tempo can lift them, elevate the spirit, or move them to dance, whilst a slow one can relax the mood.
Weston wasn't aware that he had been playing his piano for the whole day. "Weston!" He heard Grimsby calling him outside. Weston stopped playing his piano and got out of his seat to join the celebration outside his cabin.
End of the chapter
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