The heart of a Sailor
It was a cold, foggy night on the piers of the port town, and there wasn’t a soul on the streets, save for a young, beautiful girl. As she walked along the lonely cobblestone street, she clutched her thin knit shawl around her slender shoulders and bent her head down against the wind. As her golden locks beat around her face and she squinted her eyes against the cold north wind, she hummed a song that a handsome stranger had once crooned to her on dark, stormy nights as she lay with her head resting on his strong chest.
“Brandy, such a fine girl… What a good wife you could be…” The words floated slowly off her lips and across the harbor. At last, she reached the tavern where she worked, and sure enough, it was full to the bursting point.
She walked through the heavy oak door and slipped behind the bar. The cold, weary sailors perked up at the sight of her and greeted her warmly. She smiled back as she hung her shawl on a hook and shook her long hair out of her face and down her back.
“Right then, boys,” She said, a pleasant smile on her weather beaten, yet beautiful face. “What’ll ya have?” A chorus of drink orders, varying from bourbon to whisky arose from the sailors, and Brandy filled them all perfectly, sliding the drinks masterfully down the long, slippery bar to each happy customer. After a bit of drinking, they all began to sing a song for Brandy.
“Brandy, you’re a fine girl. What a good wife you would be! Your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea!” They continued with the song, and Brandy had to turn away, because tears were beginning to well up in her eyes. The song was exactly the same as the stranger that she had met what seemed like so long ago would sing to her. Her hand moved up to her neck and gently caressed the beautiful chain that lay there, wrapped around her neck with loving care. It was made of the finest silver from the north of Spain with a beautiful locket attached to it. It was her most treasured possession. It was given to her by the stranger in the few months that he had been in her life. Her vision blurred, and she was taken back to that magical summer when he had given her the locket and beautiful chain. She was standing by the sea on a huge rock, waves crashing around her under the cloudless turquoise sky. The man was in front of her, his long brown hair billowing about his face in the soft, warm breeze.
“Brandy, I want you to have this, my love.” He said in his beautiful voice, outstretching a closed hand. Brandy held out hers, and the man let something heavy drop into it. Brandy looked up on it in amazement, her breath taken away by its stunning beauty. The silver sparkled in the sun, and the heart-shaped locket was so delicately crafted.
“Oh, thank you!” She said, throwing her arms around her lover’s neck. He returned the embrace, but ended it soon. Too soon. Brandy looked up into his green eyes, and to her amazement, there were tears in them. “Is something wrong?” she asked worriedly.
“Brandy, there’s something… There’s something I need to tell you.” He said, putting a would-be comforting hand on her shoulder, but it only raised the panic that Brandy was feeling. A horrible sinking feeling erupted in Brandy’s stomach, as if the bottom had just dropped out and fallen hundreds of feet.
“Wh- what is it?” She asked, already knowing the answer. He was going to leave her.
“Brandy, I love you with all my heart, but… The sea is my home, I can’t stay here on land any longer. But what a good wife you would be! But my life, my love and my lady is the sea.” Brandy looked upon him, hurt coursing through every nerve in her body. She stuffed the locket in a pouch, buried her face in her hands and ran off the rock, weeping and wailing. That was the last she saw of the stranger, but the place he made for himself in her heart would always be vacant. A gaping hole in her soul.
She came back to reality just as the sailors were finishing their song, and she turned and gave them a false smile.
As Brandy walked home that night, she decided to take a detour to the place where her one and only love had given her the locket. When she reached the dark rock, wet and battered by the sea, she took the locket off her neck and rubbed it gently with her thumb. After a few moments, she put it in her breast pocket right over her heart, and walked to the edge of the rock. The wind ripped through her hair as she looked down into the furious waves that were beating themselves into the rock.
“His love is the sea… So tonight, I shall become the sea.” She said, jumping off of the rock and into the churning waves below.
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