Samuel wiped his face, ascended wooden stairs with his diary in hand. Greeted as he stepped on deck, “Morning Lad, nightmare again?”
Nodded his head. “Morning Captain, how’s the sea?”
A partial smile emerged from the captain’s leathery face. Deep wrinkles furrowed into its sun-baked skin testify to years of harsh sun, wind, and rain at sea. An early riser, an old sea dog he walked the deck every morning inspecting the ship.
Tip of his ivory pipe hung from parched lips, surrounded by a full beard of thick gray bristling whiskers. Removed his pipe, exhaled a puff of smoke. It scattered quickly amid a chilly breeze. Captain commented, “Sea, her waves gentle there is favorable wind.”
The young man looked up at what few sails remain. Poorly stitched …show more content…
His restless body lunged upright as he awakened. Face and body drench in sweat, heart hammering against his chest. Sails a reminder it’s not his imagination.
Could not help but stare at what appeared as a stump mounted to the deck, a testament to power beyond human control.
Before setting sail from its home port of Savannah, he spoke to the Captain about his interest in writing a novel of a sea adventure. He wanted to note their voyage in his diary, capturing the essence of their captain’s sea-going talk, his mannerisms. Captain a reasonable man, “I am happy to accommodate you, just keep it true to my word.”
Cracked open his diary filled with events of their voyage, ideas for a sea adventure, bookmarked with his boarding pass. Removed a pencil from his inner coat pocket, brought it to where his last entry ended.
November 6, 1816. I see a warm glowing orange beyond the horizon the sun has begun to rise. I stand here again, as I do every day on the port side of the ship. A light spray of salt water upon my face as our ship cuts through the waves splashing against it. I hear the wind fill our sails. Spoke to the captain he appears happy, pleased with the sea, wind. The sun has peeked above the horizon. Ship’s bell has begun to ring announcing our morning meal. I am closing, for
Nodded his head. “Morning Captain, how’s the sea?”
A partial smile emerged from the captain’s leathery face. Deep wrinkles furrowed into its sun-baked skin testify to years of harsh sun, wind, and rain at sea. An early riser, an old sea dog he walked the deck every morning inspecting the ship.
Tip of his ivory pipe hung from parched lips, surrounded by a full beard of thick gray bristling whiskers. Removed his pipe, exhaled a puff of smoke. It scattered quickly amid a chilly breeze. Captain commented, “Sea, her waves gentle there is favorable wind.”
The young man looked up at what few sails remain. Poorly stitched …show more content…
His restless body lunged upright as he awakened. Face and body drench in sweat, heart hammering against his chest. Sails a reminder it’s not his imagination.
Could not help but stare at what appeared as a stump mounted to the deck, a testament to power beyond human control.
Before setting sail from its home port of Savannah, he spoke to the Captain about his interest in writing a novel of a sea adventure. He wanted to note their voyage in his diary, capturing the essence of their captain’s sea-going talk, his mannerisms. Captain a reasonable man, “I am happy to accommodate you, just keep it true to my word.”
Cracked open his diary filled with events of their voyage, ideas for a sea adventure, bookmarked with his boarding pass. Removed a pencil from his inner coat pocket, brought it to where his last entry ended.
November 6, 1816. I see a warm glowing orange beyond the horizon the sun has begun to rise. I stand here again, as I do every day on the port side of the ship. A light spray of salt water upon my face as our ship cuts through the waves splashing against it. I hear the wind fill our sails. Spoke to the captain he appears happy, pleased with the sea, wind. The sun has peeked above the horizon. Ship’s bell has begun to ring announcing our morning meal. I am closing, for