In the vast expanse of the sea, a worn-out ship sailed, carrying with it the weight of pain. Like the fierce Greek fire, this pain intensified as it was discarded, cast away by you in an attempt to rid yourself of its burden. But as I, the sea, tried to embrace this pain, to submerge it deep within my waters, it only grew stronger, consuming you in its fiery grip.

You, in your anguish, cursed and wept at my seemingly cruel nature. How could I, the sea, be so heartless as to allow this pain to consume you? Desperate to mend the wounds, I attempted to bind the scattered ashes of your pain with the healing touch of salt. “Come back,” I whispered, hoping to ease your suffering.

As I watched over this unfolding drama, a seagull perched nearby, observing the scene with keen interest. “I haven’t witnessed such a thing before,” it remarked, its voice carrying a sense of awe and curiosity. Even the seagull, a creature of the skies, recognized the intensity of this struggle between you, the worn-out ship, and me, the vast sea.

In this tale of intertwined fates, the sea and the ship, both bearing their own burdens, collided in a dance of pain and longing. And though the outcome remains uncertain, the sea continues to beckon, offering solace and the possibility of healing amidst the turbulent waves.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer