Beneath Full Sails (story)
Playful azure waves crest and peak around me, the golden-brown prow of my ship cutting gracefully across them with ease.
I close my eyes a moment and relish the rhythm of it, rocking along with the rising deck as the sea embraces my craft. Full fly my sails, whipping in the sea breeze as if banks of clouds high above me. The sun beats down on my face and warms me to the core as I plunge onward through the water, hands gripped steadily to the solid wheel beneath my fingers.
A moment of doubt and hesitation finds me, a ripple in the calm waters of my soul as I gaze out over the limitless horizon of the sea. All those I have met before me had a clear destination, some goal they wished to achieve.
Where am I going, to what end do I sail?
Long ago I met the most beautiful Captain of the sea, her crew and schooner before her decked with the finest golds and fabrics known to man. Her ship cut through the wa