Sails, as Far as the Eye can Sea

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Submitted: January 31, 2017

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Sails, as Far as the Eye can Sea

Walking through the harbor, I noticed many strange and odd things. I saw glimpses of fish being hauled up in nets, and I spotted many people unloading other peculiar boxed supplies. I looked closer only to notice that alongside the fish were crates full of more food. Well, at least what looked like food. I could hear people chattering and waving as small speedboats sailed away into the sunset. I even saw many non-electrical floaters that moved as silently as a kite, and as slow as a tortoise in a desert. The ships had coolers and benches and perches all over their boards, and above were large masts with decorations. Some held pictures depicting other sailors jeering on men to follow, while some showed beautiful flowers and trees in a bright gold hue. A tapestry hung down the side of a gigantic cruise ship which dragged slightly against its deck. The ship even appeared to have a hull of gold and titanium with small jewels only a falcon could see. As I dove closer into the scenery, a magnificent display of people and tables were set up above the main deck which was wet and smelly. They dined on delicacies from various countries that would have anyone like me rumble for appetite. It included ham dipped in roasted peanuts with honey, naan from the faraway coasts of India, and most importantly, fish. Lots of fish. Tropical, arctic, and fresh water fish. All seasoned and refreshing as could be. Some looked cooked, while others were freshly caught for a meal called sushi. I wished I could be there to eat, but my cousins and family have had hard experiences with cruise line waiters. My friend Ernie was shot and killed by an over reactive woman who had smuggled a gun on board just for the situation. To our delight, she was taken into the boats custody chambers, which are the worst places on earth where we can’t find fish or stretch or roam freely. I shudder at the thought as my view of the cruise leaves and is replaced with a stunning portrait of the rest of the harbor. The sun setting, the boats leaving, and the waves crashing. The tourists who visited this beautiful harbor had returned to their inland homes, and the remaining cleaned up the precious fish in trucks. My mouth watered, but I knew I could find more fish later. Soaring down to a cliff to the left of the harbor, my vision slowly dimmed. My eyes faded, and I looked at the grand sight one more time. It was gorgeous, and there were sails as far as the eye can see.


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