So I got angsty here. I'm not really sure why. This is just the first idea that popped into my head here at 10:00 at night (which, for an already ver sleep deprived teenager who definitely gets grumpy and crabby without like 8 hours of sleep, is kind of late). It's kind of short, but I think it turned out rather nicely, but I'll let you be the judge of that.

This is dedicated to my little pirate sis Scuff (aka Tayer), because I can. :D


Waves

It was the waves that brought them together that fateful day on the crossing from England as a young boy floated unconscious on a wooden board, but, now, it was the waves that tore them apart.

A small boat was position up the beach unoccupied, all its contents taken to a secret alcove. Upon the black rocks sat a chest, one that contained a precious treasure, and thrown unceremoniously on top was his leather jacket. The two sets of footprints in the sand were a trail leading from the shore to behind the rocks, perfectly spaced from each other. Two swords were crossed nearby, a sight that symbolized their union and wholeness, spending the hours of sunlight together. Two pairs of shoes, one small and dainty and the other tall and masculine, rested next to each other on the ground. His red shirt sat tangled and disheveled a foot away, pulled off in haste in the midst of passion. Her dress was not far from that, less wrinkled than the shirt, for he had removed it slowly and carefully as not to ruin its beauty. The slight, cool breeze, hinted with the warmth of the sun and the saltiness of the sea, sent shivers down two bare backs as they laid entwined on the blanket. In the distance, the magnificent ship, swaying up and down with the waves, waited anxiously, knowing that it was only a matter of minutes before he would have to return to fulfill his duty. Beyond that, the horizon glimmered as the orange and yellow sun descended to its depths, determined to snail its way down the sky to give the lovers time with each other.

Two minds processed that their time was up. Two bodies did not want to let go. Two hearts ached with love and longing. Two souls opened to each other. Two hands clasped as a last effort to hold on. But two eyes filled with tears, for they knew that it was time for him to go.

It was the waves that brought them together that fateful day on the crossing from England as a young boy floated unconscious on a wooden board, but, now, it was the waves that tore them apart.