Tony pulled up at the boat hiring place, stopping the
Car and opening his door. An old man sat
Smoking a pipe next to the boat hire sign.
Tony took a deep breath and walked up to him.
"You lookin' for a boat?" the old man asked.
Tony nodded.
"Well take your pick," he said, nodding his head
In the direction of the pier.
"It'll be fifty for two hours" the man
Added.
Tony got out his wallet and paid the man,
Then started walking in the
Direction of the boats.
There were only a few good ones.
The rest had mould and seaweed
Stuck to the hull.
Tony picked a white one, with baby
Blue sails. He untied the rope
And pushed off into sea.
The man sat rocking in his chair,
" That mans a lost soul." he muttered
Before going back to smoking
His pipe.
Tony raised the jib sheet, pulling on
The worn brown rope. Sea sprayed
Up at Tony, splashing against the hull.
A storm was coming.
As the minutes passed by, the waves
Got bigger, stronger. White foam threatened
Menacingly at the top of every
Wave, before crashing down.
Tony was pulling furiously at the
Jib sheet, as the main sail
Continuously changed direction.
Tony turned, as something caught his
Eye. Time seemed to stop.
The world ceased to exist.
Standing on the hull, holding on to the
Main sail, was kate.