Double Drabble - Safe Harbour
“Twenty years from now, you'll regret the things you didn't do, rather than the things you did do. So cast off the bow lines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
~ Mark Twain
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It was his very first voyage, and yet Jack had already lost his heart to the sea. Perched on the bowsprit, the water foaming beneath his feet, the moonlit masts full of sails towering over his head, he became drunk with the beauty of the seaspray, and the winds…of freedom. Lost in the rhythm of the sea’s lullaby, he found himself dissolving. He became the sails, the moonlight, he was the ship and even the stars above. He belonged, without past or future, set free to soar beyond the bounds of this world, beyond the confines of life itself.
He was free! Free from earthly bondage and attachments, at one with the natural forces around him. Those elements in nature that the ancients made into gods. Wind, Sun, and the Sea, a sailor’s divine Trinity.
Yes, the sea calls, and her call is so strong that a man cannot resist.
But the land has its strength too, and though a man leaves it behind, he cannot ignore his yearning to put down roots somewhere, sometime, cannot but to wish for a warm fire and restful peace to return to. A safe harbour.
For Jack, Will was what made that home.
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~ Mark Twain
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It was his very first voyage, and yet Jack had already lost his heart to the sea. Perched on the bowsprit, the water foaming beneath his feet, the moonlit masts full of sails towering over his head, he became drunk with the beauty of the seaspray, and the winds…of freedom. Lost in the rhythm of the sea’s lullaby, he found himself dissolving. He became the sails, the moonlight, he was the ship and even the stars above. He belonged, without past or future, set free to soar beyond the bounds of this world, beyond the confines of life itself.
He was free! Free from earthly bondage and attachments, at one with the natural forces around him. Those elements in nature that the ancients made into gods. Wind, Sun, and the Sea, a sailor’s divine Trinity.
Yes, the sea calls, and her call is so strong that a man cannot resist.
But the land has its strength too, and though a man leaves it behind, he cannot ignore his yearning to put down roots somewhere, sometime, cannot but to wish for a warm fire and restful peace to return to. A safe harbour.
For Jack, Will was what made that home.
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