The Sailor
Out to see last night, mine watchful eye caught wind of a glow that shone golden agaynst the night. The dayes fog had growen thick over the sea, but the moonlight shone bright enough to light up my path. Curiositie took the better part of me, and I steered my bote due-north. But the closer and closer I rowed, the less mine armes seemed to need be working hard at all.
As if the current were guiding me along with it. A terrible sinking feeling of dread threatened to play at mine senses as the boat steered on further outward, past the nearer reaches of the dock. I let go of the paddles, and the sea took control to steer my way like the reaper’s handyman.
Mine eyes scanned over yonder, searching for the glow, only to be met by a thickening fog over the wide ocean. Left and right I turned in searche, bifore the stillness urged me to redirec my bote bac where I came. I gasped seeing just how smal the lights at the dock seemed to be blazing. Had drifted almost thries miles by the look of it, into the open ocean, far and hid from suspecting eyes.
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My hands trembled as they gripped the oars, I and began a row southward straight toward due shore.
Nay, nat even a few minutes on my streight, something beneath bumpeth the heed of the boat, shaking risples upon the still sea. Myn hands clutched on the ores. I tilted my body to the side of the bote to trye and catche what was in the water. Left and right I searched the darker under, a chill rolling doun myn neck and back.
‘Must be myn imagination.’ I sighed, calling calme to these nerves.
I turnede back to face the shore, and gasped, met with a figure unlike any thing I had seen in my days out to sea. I knew not when it had arrived, nor what it was, or how. The beast took breath from my lungs, and drew me in so near, I was truly enamored.
Its skin glistned with scales of siluer fishborne colour as they struck upon the revealing light of night. Mi hands quakened, and lips astoned out of propre speech at the sight.
