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07-23-2009, 04:03 PM
ok, here is a new chapter. I feel like something is missing in the second part but I don't know what. Maybe you know. The woman hasn't appeared because her storyline will be a bit smaller.
For those of you who've read my last story: Would be nice if you compare this story to it.( So I can see which one is better. Up to now I think my old one is, but it was so depressing
)
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
The sky was filled with seagulls, mewing and wheeling on their search for food. Suddenly one of them came rushing down to the deep blue water. A few meters above it changed the direction just timely to wrest the bread of an unaware man.
While an angrily cursing Thomas gazed after the seagull now increasing height, it was attacked by another, probably hungry one. With loud cawing both escaped from his field of vision. Both were flying into the sun and then merged with the sea.
Thomas was again looking into the sea in front of him, watching the hypnotizing play of waves crashing against the ship's hull. He wasn't hungry anyway. He was just feeling incredibly miserable.
The calm, steady movement of the water made him feel dizzy. He watched it coming nearer and nearer...
Suddenly his head touched the icecold water. In panic he threw his arms around to get his head into the air again.
The sky had changed. Black clouds began to fill every single corner. Waves got higher, towered to walls of water by the wind. Suddenly he was pushed into the water. The air escaped out of his lungs. Although he was nearly stunned by the bleakness, he managed to cut the surface again. Immediately he was pushed down again?
“Is this the end? I hope so.” he thought, then he woke up, gasping.
At that moment one of the sailors came from beyond the deck to take the air and slowly approached the gasping Thomas. He friendly patted him onto the back.
“Are you seasick? Don't worry, that won't last forever. And we will reach the mainland soon, anyway. Will you already leave us?”
“I think so. Living on a boat isn't the right way for me. I like to be on terra firma.”
“Most of the people do. We will loose many of our sailors when we reach the next port. Thats the bad thing about being a sailor. Life passes by and you are unable to stop anywhere. But its also too fast to really miss anything.”
“But slow enough to think about what you might have missed.”
“It would, if I had enough time to think about it. But it seems as if I won't have any spare time soon. I'll have to replace all of you who leave us. Ungrateful bunch.”
Thomas laughed.
“Guess life will pass by fast enough to forgive us?”
“Time will tell.”
A loud voice screamed from inside the boat.
“That seems to be the captain: I'll have to go again.”
With this words he left Thomas, again patting him on the back as a gesture of farewell.
“Is it also fast enough to forget everything?”
The first sunbeams made their way through a little window and reached a bed behind it. After some minutes, Pete's eyes slowly began to open. He needed some times to organize his mind, then he stood up with a big yawn. Time to get ready. The sea was most beautiful in the morning when the sun went up and he didn't want to miss that spectacle.
He took a first look out of the window. A crowd of villagers were walking down the street.
“Something important must have happened if people like them crowd.”
He would understand hiding under a blanket, but crowding?
It took him only twenty seconds to dress and to run out of his house down the street into the direction he saw the villagers going away.
Soon the villagers stopped. They were still around fifty meters away from him, but Pete could already see the object of their interest. A giant ship was lying in the harbour.
Not many ships made their way to Pete's little hometown. It was far away from any big cities or ocean shipping lanes and one of the least interesting places in the world.
The villagers weren't sad about that, in fact they appreciated it. Less foreign people meant less trouble. Now they were looking at the descending sailors suspiciously. A man in a blue uniform with golden medals on it, probably the captain, approached the villagers first. Ponderously he explained them his reason for landing in their harbour, seeing the suspicion in their faces.
Pete sighed. He had thought it would be more interesting. Well, the sailors would stay for the whole day or even longer.
“Fishing goes first.” he thought.
He turned around and went to his boat, still hearing the voice of the captain behind him.
The village became smaller and smaller with every stroke he made. Additionally fog came up so it soon was only a shape on the horizon. Pete stopped. Sweat was running down his neck. He took his net and began to fish.
With the fog becoming more and more dense, time went by. Finally Pete stopped and pulled his net out of the water. He turned his head around. This was freedom, with nothing but water and the seagulls around you. Without borders, without constrictions.
He looked into the direction where the ship must have come from. The fog limited his sight but it didn't destroy the feeling of entire wideness. Images came up in Pete's head. Images of far countries, unknown animals, giant buildings.
When he woke up the sun already touched the horizon. The fog had disappeared but nevertheless the mainland wasn't it sight. The waves must have floated him out. He had to hurry up if he didn't want to spend a night on the sea. Fortunately he could still orientate by reference to the sun. He began to strike.
While the last sunbeam disappeared, Pete reached the well-known coast. He was about to tie up his boat when he noticed a man standing some meters away from him looking into the sea. After inspecting the knot he made he went to the man.
“Are you one of the sailors?”
The man wasn't looking at him while answering.
“Yes, I am. The sunset was beautiful, wasn't it?”
His voice sounded somehow melancholic.
“I didn't have much time to watch it. But I'm sure it was. It's beautiful again and again. So what are you still doing here? I guess you don't have a place to sleep? No problem, in my house is more than enough place to spare. Come on.”
He seemed to be undetermined, but Pete dragged him away. Pete failed in engaging him in conversation so it became a very silent walk.
For those of you who've read my last story: Would be nice if you compare this story to it.( So I can see which one is better. Up to now I think my old one is, but it was so depressing
)Enjoy!
Chapter 2
The sky was filled with seagulls, mewing and wheeling on their search for food. Suddenly one of them came rushing down to the deep blue water. A few meters above it changed the direction just timely to wrest the bread of an unaware man.
While an angrily cursing Thomas gazed after the seagull now increasing height, it was attacked by another, probably hungry one. With loud cawing both escaped from his field of vision. Both were flying into the sun and then merged with the sea.
Thomas was again looking into the sea in front of him, watching the hypnotizing play of waves crashing against the ship's hull. He wasn't hungry anyway. He was just feeling incredibly miserable.
The calm, steady movement of the water made him feel dizzy. He watched it coming nearer and nearer...
Suddenly his head touched the icecold water. In panic he threw his arms around to get his head into the air again.
The sky had changed. Black clouds began to fill every single corner. Waves got higher, towered to walls of water by the wind. Suddenly he was pushed into the water. The air escaped out of his lungs. Although he was nearly stunned by the bleakness, he managed to cut the surface again. Immediately he was pushed down again?
“Is this the end? I hope so.” he thought, then he woke up, gasping.
At that moment one of the sailors came from beyond the deck to take the air and slowly approached the gasping Thomas. He friendly patted him onto the back.
“Are you seasick? Don't worry, that won't last forever. And we will reach the mainland soon, anyway. Will you already leave us?”
“I think so. Living on a boat isn't the right way for me. I like to be on terra firma.”
“Most of the people do. We will loose many of our sailors when we reach the next port. Thats the bad thing about being a sailor. Life passes by and you are unable to stop anywhere. But its also too fast to really miss anything.”
“But slow enough to think about what you might have missed.”
“It would, if I had enough time to think about it. But it seems as if I won't have any spare time soon. I'll have to replace all of you who leave us. Ungrateful bunch.”
Thomas laughed.
“Guess life will pass by fast enough to forgive us?”
“Time will tell.”
A loud voice screamed from inside the boat.
“That seems to be the captain: I'll have to go again.”
With this words he left Thomas, again patting him on the back as a gesture of farewell.
“Is it also fast enough to forget everything?”
The first sunbeams made their way through a little window and reached a bed behind it. After some minutes, Pete's eyes slowly began to open. He needed some times to organize his mind, then he stood up with a big yawn. Time to get ready. The sea was most beautiful in the morning when the sun went up and he didn't want to miss that spectacle.
He took a first look out of the window. A crowd of villagers were walking down the street.
“Something important must have happened if people like them crowd.”
He would understand hiding under a blanket, but crowding?
It took him only twenty seconds to dress and to run out of his house down the street into the direction he saw the villagers going away.
Soon the villagers stopped. They were still around fifty meters away from him, but Pete could already see the object of their interest. A giant ship was lying in the harbour.
Not many ships made their way to Pete's little hometown. It was far away from any big cities or ocean shipping lanes and one of the least interesting places in the world.
The villagers weren't sad about that, in fact they appreciated it. Less foreign people meant less trouble. Now they were looking at the descending sailors suspiciously. A man in a blue uniform with golden medals on it, probably the captain, approached the villagers first. Ponderously he explained them his reason for landing in their harbour, seeing the suspicion in their faces.
Pete sighed. He had thought it would be more interesting. Well, the sailors would stay for the whole day or even longer.
“Fishing goes first.” he thought.
He turned around and went to his boat, still hearing the voice of the captain behind him.
The village became smaller and smaller with every stroke he made. Additionally fog came up so it soon was only a shape on the horizon. Pete stopped. Sweat was running down his neck. He took his net and began to fish.
With the fog becoming more and more dense, time went by. Finally Pete stopped and pulled his net out of the water. He turned his head around. This was freedom, with nothing but water and the seagulls around you. Without borders, without constrictions.
He looked into the direction where the ship must have come from. The fog limited his sight but it didn't destroy the feeling of entire wideness. Images came up in Pete's head. Images of far countries, unknown animals, giant buildings.
When he woke up the sun already touched the horizon. The fog had disappeared but nevertheless the mainland wasn't it sight. The waves must have floated him out. He had to hurry up if he didn't want to spend a night on the sea. Fortunately he could still orientate by reference to the sun. He began to strike.
While the last sunbeam disappeared, Pete reached the well-known coast. He was about to tie up his boat when he noticed a man standing some meters away from him looking into the sea. After inspecting the knot he made he went to the man.
“Are you one of the sailors?”
The man wasn't looking at him while answering.
“Yes, I am. The sunset was beautiful, wasn't it?”
His voice sounded somehow melancholic.
“I didn't have much time to watch it. But I'm sure it was. It's beautiful again and again. So what are you still doing here? I guess you don't have a place to sleep? No problem, in my house is more than enough place to spare. Come on.”
He seemed to be undetermined, but Pete dragged him away. Pete failed in engaging him in conversation so it became a very silent walk.