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Jaq stood at the helm of the sinking ship and watched the sun go down. The sea water that lapped calmly at the metal flank of his dying vessel was a scintillating mosaic of indigo, magenta, red, and gold, each ripple bicolored with radiant sunset hues and melancholy shades where the water was left untouched by the fading warmth. A breeze was crossing over the waters from distant regions, though the endless desert of ocean had stripped it of its identity and left only a cold, salty tang in the air. It came from no place, only passing through briefly to stir up the surface of the colorful water before moving on in its endless journey. As it went, the wind passed its invisible hand over Jaq’s head and pushed his hood back onto his shoulders in order to ruffle his flaxen hair in silent farewell. The young man seemed to take no notice as the heavy fabric fell away. His yellow eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the red sun had begun to dip into the glittering water. Within a minute, the fiery sphere would drown, the shimmering sea would fade to grey, and the ship would be submerged; the crewmen inside of it would die a morose and watery death, while those who were not trapped within would either sink or attempt to swim to shore, but find their limbs frozen as the sea grew blacker, and drown anyways. No one stood a chance against nature.
Mankind, Nature’s bastard child, was rarely sympathized with; Mankind was greedy and spoiled. Mankind did not deserve to be in Nature’s good graces. Nature, however, seemed to play favorites when it dealt with the human race. Certain individuals, while not quite smiled upon by the sun and the wind and the rain, were certainly granted the tenacity to persevere through even the cruelest of Nature’s trials. Some men could not be scorched by the sun so severely that they would not venture beneath it again, much less give their bare body entirely up to the sun’s blazing will as they ventured across the hot sands of the desert. Some men could not have their bodies and hearts frozen so irreversibly that they could not be thawed again, and set forth again barefoot into the snow. Some men simply could not be drowned.
Jaq watched the sea rising slowly up to the bow of the ship—it seemed that way, though it was the bow of the ship sinking slowly into the sea—and he knew that he could not stay here any longer. The ship, his temporary home, and the crewmen, his transient companions, had reached the summit of their roles in his life. He would carry them with him but this part of his journey was over. It was time to begin again.
Straight as an arrow and without a sound, the young man dove into the ocean. His slim body broke the surface of the water and he was submerged in the cold, shapeless depths for only a moment before he began swimming to shore. The valiant effort that his strong limbs put forth carried him through the dusk and long into the night, but after uncounted hours Jaq could no longer bring his arms to stroke, his legs to kick. His young body ceased propelling itself forward and floated through the frigid darkness, unaware of where it was or where it was going. Between long lulls of unconsciousness the boy gazed up at the passing constellations and he wondered if he would see the light of day again.
Hours later, he watched the dawn breaking from where he lay sprawled in the wet beach sand, and then fell asleep.
Mankind, Nature’s bastard child, was rarely sympathized with; Mankind was greedy and spoiled. Mankind did not deserve to be in Nature’s good graces. Nature, however, seemed to play favorites when it dealt with the human race. Certain individuals, while not quite smiled upon by the sun and the wind and the rain, were certainly granted the tenacity to persevere through even the cruelest of Nature’s trials. Some men could not be scorched by the sun so severely that they would not venture beneath it again, much less give their bare body entirely up to the sun’s blazing will as they ventured across the hot sands of the desert. Some men could not have their bodies and hearts frozen so irreversibly that they could not be thawed again, and set forth again barefoot into the snow. Some men simply could not be drowned.
Jaq watched the sea rising slowly up to the bow of the ship—it seemed that way, though it was the bow of the ship sinking slowly into the sea—and he knew that he could not stay here any longer. The ship, his temporary home, and the crewmen, his transient companions, had reached the summit of their roles in his life. He would carry them with him but this part of his journey was over. It was time to begin again.
Straight as an arrow and without a sound, the young man dove into the ocean. His slim body broke the surface of the water and he was submerged in the cold, shapeless depths for only a moment before he began swimming to shore. The valiant effort that his strong limbs put forth carried him through the dusk and long into the night, but after uncounted hours Jaq could no longer bring his arms to stroke, his legs to kick. His young body ceased propelling itself forward and floated through the frigid darkness, unaware of where it was or where it was going. Between long lulls of unconsciousness the boy gazed up at the passing constellations and he wondered if he would see the light of day again.
Hours later, he watched the dawn breaking from where he lay sprawled in the wet beach sand, and then fell asleep.
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