She stood immobile at the railing staring out to sea, her
flowing gown of Spanish lace waving about her, violently mimicking the white
caps across the sound. Her blood-red cape flapped noisily around her and her long
dark hair streamed behind, pulled unmercifully by the fierce zephyr. The ship’s
progress was slow as it pushed on through the rough waters. Would it even make
it to shore or would they all be dashed upon the rocks? Would they be killed
instantly or thrown into the chilling water to die in numbing abyss?
Though the stormy sea made the ship toss about like a cork, she
stood as sure-footed as a weathered sea captain, as resolutely unmoving as a
statue and as tragic as a heroine, devoted and faithful, waiting in vain for a
sign of her lover’s return, the man who would never come back to her. The sea
had surely swallowed him up and refused to release him.
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