Of Tail Fins and Seaweed Mist
Chapter One
Andrew Finn was a fisherman, just like his father, and his father's father. He didn't make much money, and he didn't lead a carefree life. Yet he was happy. He loved his little one-roomed hut on the beach, and he loved the smell of sea salt on a summer's day.
Only one thing was wrong with his life. He was lonely. He often wished he could share his little hut with someone else, someone who would talk to him and care for him. He hadn't talked with another person in so long. Of course, he talked to the seagulls and the beautiful fish who swam beside his boat. Yet it wasn't the same. He wanted to share the sunrises and the sunsets with someone and share the breath of the sea with someone. He waited day and night for her, whom ever she would be.
Then one stormy night, she came.
Andrew was walking along the beach, and then it started raining, and thunder began to strike. He hurried into his hut, and started a fire, glad that he hadn't gone out to sea. He was making some tea, and then he sat down on his chair in front of the now blazing fire. He sipped his tea happily. Then, he looked outside, admiring the silver lightening bolts that contrasted with the midnight blue waves. Then he saw something peculiar. He got up and went to the window. There was something out on the beach...He looked closer, and could see that it was moving, slowly, as if trying to get up. He wearily put on his boots and coat, what a hassle, he thought, probably just an old sea lion trying to get back to its rock home.
He then ventured outside, holding his hat to his head. He kept walking, almost being blown away by the great gusts of wind. Halfway to the creature he almost turned around, giving up, but he persevered, for he knew that the animal must be in great danger. He kept going. However, as he approached it, he learned with great surprise that it was no sea lion.
It was a young woman.
A beautiful young woman. Sixteen or so. He came closer, and saw that she was completely naked. He turned away, blushing. But he heard her moan with pain, and decided that it wasn't time to be polite, he had to help her. He came closer to her, and saw that she had a great gash on her stomach. He tried to stop the bleeding with his hands, but it was no use. She needed to get inside. He picked her up, wrapping her up in his coat. He carried her back to his hut in his arms. He went in, and realized that she had fallen asleep. He placed her gently on his bed, and quickly found some linens and hot water. A doctor wouldn't be able to come way out here on a night like this, and even if it was sunny, it would take too long. So he mended her wound expertly, very good for a fisherman. He wasn't sure what to do about clothing for her, so he simply left her as she was, and wrapped four blankets around her shivering body. Then he leaned in and gently kissed her on the forehead, and brought his chair to the bed to watch over her in case she woke up during the night. He gazed at her beauty as she slept, she had long, dark hair, and rosy red lips. She slept soundly, clutching the blankets as she slept. Soon Andrew fell asleep too.
He woke up in the morning, stiff and sore, wondering what happened, then he looked to his bed, and it all came back. The young woman was still sleeping. He got up and began to make breakfast. He made lots, not sure how hungry she was. He brought it all to the table, and saw her standing there, looking at him curiously. He blushed again, he needed to find her some clothes. He muttered, "Come with me," as he looked at the floor. She followed, and he pulled out one of his shirts and a pair of pants. She didn't look like she knew what to do, so he had to help her. Finally, after some time, he at last managed to get her dressed half decently. He led her to the table, showing her the food. She ate hungrily, like she hadn't eaten in months. He watched her, noticing her eyes. Dark blue, just like the night he had found her.
He had found that someone at last.
* * * Hey! I hope you all liked it, I loved reading this. I thought I'd extend this a bit, starting from the very beginning. Don't worry, if this doesn't make sense now, it will, I promise!
Mel: Glad you liked it!
Michele: You too!
Teigr: Thanks for all your help, all your support means so much! YOU NEED TO POST CHAP 17!
Miss Piratess: more popcorn! Hahahaha
ElvenDreams: I'm so glad you like the beginning, this is going to be some of my best work, thanks for taking the time to read!
Chapter One
Andrew Finn was a fisherman, just like his father, and his father's father. He didn't make much money, and he didn't lead a carefree life. Yet he was happy. He loved his little one-roomed hut on the beach, and he loved the smell of sea salt on a summer's day.
Only one thing was wrong with his life. He was lonely. He often wished he could share his little hut with someone else, someone who would talk to him and care for him. He hadn't talked with another person in so long. Of course, he talked to the seagulls and the beautiful fish who swam beside his boat. Yet it wasn't the same. He wanted to share the sunrises and the sunsets with someone and share the breath of the sea with someone. He waited day and night for her, whom ever she would be.
Then one stormy night, she came.
Andrew was walking along the beach, and then it started raining, and thunder began to strike. He hurried into his hut, and started a fire, glad that he hadn't gone out to sea. He was making some tea, and then he sat down on his chair in front of the now blazing fire. He sipped his tea happily. Then, he looked outside, admiring the silver lightening bolts that contrasted with the midnight blue waves. Then he saw something peculiar. He got up and went to the window. There was something out on the beach...He looked closer, and could see that it was moving, slowly, as if trying to get up. He wearily put on his boots and coat, what a hassle, he thought, probably just an old sea lion trying to get back to its rock home.
He then ventured outside, holding his hat to his head. He kept walking, almost being blown away by the great gusts of wind. Halfway to the creature he almost turned around, giving up, but he persevered, for he knew that the animal must be in great danger. He kept going. However, as he approached it, he learned with great surprise that it was no sea lion.
It was a young woman.
A beautiful young woman. Sixteen or so. He came closer, and saw that she was completely naked. He turned away, blushing. But he heard her moan with pain, and decided that it wasn't time to be polite, he had to help her. He came closer to her, and saw that she had a great gash on her stomach. He tried to stop the bleeding with his hands, but it was no use. She needed to get inside. He picked her up, wrapping her up in his coat. He carried her back to his hut in his arms. He went in, and realized that she had fallen asleep. He placed her gently on his bed, and quickly found some linens and hot water. A doctor wouldn't be able to come way out here on a night like this, and even if it was sunny, it would take too long. So he mended her wound expertly, very good for a fisherman. He wasn't sure what to do about clothing for her, so he simply left her as she was, and wrapped four blankets around her shivering body. Then he leaned in and gently kissed her on the forehead, and brought his chair to the bed to watch over her in case she woke up during the night. He gazed at her beauty as she slept, she had long, dark hair, and rosy red lips. She slept soundly, clutching the blankets as she slept. Soon Andrew fell asleep too.
He woke up in the morning, stiff and sore, wondering what happened, then he looked to his bed, and it all came back. The young woman was still sleeping. He got up and began to make breakfast. He made lots, not sure how hungry she was. He brought it all to the table, and saw her standing there, looking at him curiously. He blushed again, he needed to find her some clothes. He muttered, "Come with me," as he looked at the floor. She followed, and he pulled out one of his shirts and a pair of pants. She didn't look like she knew what to do, so he had to help her. Finally, after some time, he at last managed to get her dressed half decently. He led her to the table, showing her the food. She ate hungrily, like she hadn't eaten in months. He watched her, noticing her eyes. Dark blue, just like the night he had found her.
He had found that someone at last.
* * * Hey! I hope you all liked it, I loved reading this. I thought I'd extend this a bit, starting from the very beginning. Don't worry, if this doesn't make sense now, it will, I promise!
Mel: Glad you liked it!
Michele: You too!
Teigr: Thanks for all your help, all your support means so much! YOU NEED TO POST CHAP 17!
Miss Piratess: more popcorn! Hahahaha
ElvenDreams: I'm so glad you like the beginning, this is going to be some of my best work, thanks for taking the time to read!