And here is chapter two!

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Chapter 2: Recordings Of Empty Dreams

"I can't take it anymore…" He heard her say. The man looked back when he walked past her. The woman had been talking to her boyfriend, a worried expression on her face. "What can I do about this?" He heard her vaguely ask, but he walked further on, looking at the gray sky in front of him.

Skipper softly let his large hand run over the tape recorder. It was his special one. Not meant for his logs, not meant for his reports on the wildest seas, not meant his thoughts about the destinations they reached. This tape recorder was his heart, that what he wanted to say or more likely, scream from the top of the world. But it was not meant for anybody to hear but him.

With a small push on the button, he released a soft crackling noise and the running sound of the tapes joined the sounds of the ship breaking through the sea. The longer Skipper listened to it, The more the separated sounds faded and became one with all the sounds surrounding him. It became almost unnoticeable, normal between the sounds of the rushing sea he had come to get used at. He sat there for a while, listening to the nothingness of the empty tape.

The two in front of the altar moved closer to each other, their arms embracing their bodies, strangled in a hug of supposed-to-be never-ending love. Last row. Seat most left. Hands in his lap. Head bended. Tears running down his face.

He wasn't a man for sitting down and doing nothing, staring at the corner of the room and listen to the sound of his unrecorded memories. He was a man of action, a man filled with violence and rapid moves. And now, he was sitting on the cold wooden floor of his ship, dreaming about things that could have been and should have been. But how many mistakes can one make? How many mistakes more can one make?

He put the recorder back and buried his heads in his hands. When would he forget the memories, the stream of visions of the life of others he had been watching? When would he forget the envy he had felt such a long time ago? The thing he had reached for, had lived for, had been torn apart by differences and fear. And love. But not the love for him.

Her soft hands lay in his. Her brown eyes looked deep into his blue ones. A small smile appeared on her face, before she took his hands and held them right in front of his chest. "Skipper… You will always be my friend… Even if I am marrying someone else." Her voice spoke softly. A feeling of disappointment filled his whole body.

The salty air, the heavy, large and fast movements the ship woke Skipper. He took a look around. Apparently, he had fallen asleep right in the spot he had been sitting in. He rubbed his eyes, before noticing the yells of his sailors. He jumped up and ran outside to the deck, gripping the door and the railing to prevent himself from falling.

"You didn't have to marry him…" He said softly, wrapping his arm around her warm shoulders. She laid her head against his chest. "You will never understand."

The white foam of the sea was spread out on the wooden floor of the deck. It had made it wet, slippery and almost impossible to keep on standing on his feet when the ship tilted. 'When the weather is turning moist, always cut, never hoist. Always cut. Never hoist.' The mantra played over and over in his head. "Cut the mainsail!" He yelled at Rico, who immediately climbed in the mast.

"Marlene… If only I paid more attention to your words." His hands gripped her cold ones and he brought them to his chest. "Feel this, Marlene? That's my heart!" The tears streamed down his face. "Do you feel it beating?!" He yelled to her lifeless face. "It's not mine that is supposed to do so, it's yours!"

He watched his sailors running back and forth over the deck. The sea had turned into a white surface with all the foam seemingly floating through the air. The boat shook heavily from the forces of the waves. The mainsail wasn't yet cut, the wind made the boat tilt again. Private took hold of the rail on the side of the boat. Some of the navigator's maps went overboard. Skipper looked at his sailor high up in the sails.

Skipper looked away from the hypnotizing beauty of her brown eyes. "Skipper… I don't trust him. He doesn't care about me at all!" She said, her voice filled with despair. He took her face in his hands. "Marlene… You are going to marry a king…"

"Rico! Rico!" Yelled Private and Kowalski, while they were watching the man in the mast. Large waves of salty seawater flushed over the deck, almost sweeping Skipper off his feet. He regained his balance and looked at the mainsail. It was cut now, Rico had succeeded. "Rico! Come down now!" The shipper yelled to the man in the mast.

Seemingly happy walked the bride off with the groom. Placed upon her long wavy brown hair was a large diamond tiara. Her white gown made her look like an angel. And he? He sat there on the wooden bench. Crying with his face in his hands. The music played on and on, happy songs filled the room. Songs about the beauty of love. The beauty of two hearts meant for each other.

"Rico! Come immediately down!" Skipper yelled, but his words failed to reach the man. The salty sea wind blew them away, before even he, himself could hear them. Although the mainsail was cut, the ship was still tilting and moving violently. "Rico!"

"Do you take Marlene as your wife?" He looked up for the vows, but didn't really hear them. He just imagined the basic words coming from their mouths. Marlene nodded. He slammed his fist upon the hard, dark wooden bench. And she is gone. He thought, slowly after he saw her nod. Somehow, he stopped crying. She is gone.

The horrified yells of his sailors were heard clearly over the sounds of the battle between the ship and the sea. Skipper looked once up to the man in the mast.

He folded his hands over hers. "You have to go now." He says, pushing her hands softly in front of her chest. He took out a small tissue and wiped away her anticipated mascara. He gave the woman in the white gown a small nod. "You can do it." She smiled back. "You are a true friend."

But the man in the mast was gone. "Rico?!" He yelled. "Rico!"

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