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The man who loved the sea

Short story By: helmysavit
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Tags: Legend, Ocean


From father to father, from generation to generation, since the dawn of time it seemed, they shared a same gene pool: to be sailor. Some said he was a pirate, and perhaps this was true in the background, but if he had never approached a ship sailing on the water, he had however looted more than one beneath the waves. Because this sailor was a treasure hunter. The most beautiful treasures of the world.


Submitted:Apr 21, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


From father to father, from generation to generation, since the dawn of time it seemed, they shared a same gene pool: to be sailor. Some said he was a pirate, and perhaps this was true in the background, but if he had never approached a ship sailing on the water, he had however looted more than one beneath the waves. Because this sailor was a treasure hunter. The most beautiful treasures of the world.

His cabin boys said he was half fish because alone engulfing in sea's frozen arms, he descended into its depths up to touch its black backgrounds. Wreck he was only to learn the secrets and by visiting each of them it was the world that he stalked. Thus he saw China and its legendary dragons, the Spain and Aztec treasures. He met also some such deities as Shiva, the god with four arms.

But of all the kings that he met, of all the kingdoms that he visited, it remained a monarch that no one could match. He had the size of a whole horizon, white as a coral failed on the strike. His black eyes pierced the darkness and his multiple teeth were as sharp as the knife. The sailor met often with the great white, as in wrecks he had elected domicile, keeping for him the treasures which the sea had taken over. While the sailor known as the king of the oceans did not have a good sight, he was wary more than any other creature and he never turned back. Instead he looked at him straight in the eye without fear, defying it, perhaps because he was a king too, the sweetest of all the kings. Ever the lord of the sea not attacked him but was keeping jealously his packets, the sailor was leaving often empty-handed to his boat.

It is also in a similar situation he found again one day. He had just left his boat, retaining more air than he could in his lungs. He dipped as far as he could, as long as he succeeded. He had to do several times before finding the ship abandoned on the edge of a wasteland, colorful of these flowers and these corals possessed by only the oceans. The ship was similar to a grandiose garden, a flamboyant garden having found its roots beneath the waves. The great king was not here, there was no gold to keep in this paradise.

The sailor let himself be carried away by the current to this magical appearance and examined every corner. It was then that, looking at the blue vastness surrounding it, he realized that all the treasures he had, every gold he owned, the most beautiful of his jewels was there, in front of his eyes, stretching to infinity in a bright blue. Spent at this moment a shoal of fish, silver as a thousand moons, that swimming as clouded the birds in the sky, flying as the most graceful dancers. It was the most beautiful view he had ever seen.

Away he saw a bluer still as the immensity sea and he lost himself in his contemplation. She was not a queen or a marquise and yet was noble like a goddess. It was as if the ocean was materialized in this sublime, graceful, and divine creature. And this beauty was singing. She sang a sublime melody as piles rented the sky. She glorified the sea and her ballade was even more beautiful. The blue Beauty, whale in addition, rippled up to him and offered to his eyes the beauty of her life while the king was returning from his hunting, and jealous of the beauty waved with her.

Under the gaze of the marine beauty and the king began a ballet then completed by the silver moons, and so they danced. Oxygen came to miss the sailor but he did not return to the surface. Mesmerized by the round of these three entities he never wanted to go back and remained until the end of his life in the hollow of the ocean mother's arms. And whereas the sailor made his last breath, the three entities came and surrounded him in their pantomime.

The king was soon the next goddess, and when only the thousand moons left also, remained of this dance that a little thing that quickly became large. He was immense as a horizon, blue and white as the bright of sun waves, and when the moon rose it filed on him its silver breath. The man who loved the sea had become a king. The sweetest of all the kings.





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