A boat and her captain sailed out of this harbor to witness the sea in all her unbridled beauty before I ever had the chance. Now I'm stuck here on the shores, with sand between my toes, watching as the sea caresses this fledgling sailor on top her waves. The scene is perfect, rendering me, a fool, obsolete.
I clench my fist; I curse myself for being an imbecile and wasting my time with pointless pondering when I could have prepared my galleon for a nautical voyage across the sea's eternal love. However, this time, it was not to be. It is now the sole privilege of this young new man, who tackled the challenge of riding the currents of the sea with such ease and grace that I could have only dreamed of. Fate has it as it is, as he sails off over the horizon with destiny's gales to his back. They beckon him to her heart, a treasure I still dearly seek. Resentment resides, but I manage to muster a smile for the young seafarer. He sails her waters so, and for that, he must be the better man.
But this is not the end. I fathom the reality that his ship must sink someday, and that I shall take up my helm to return on her waters like years before. That one day, my love will pierce through the blue depths of the ocean, reclaiming the treasure to which I once held. I thought of this, and concluded that the beach is no place for a sailor.
My sorrows have seen the bottom of the rum bottle, and I will not sit idly by while my heart is mocked in front of my eyes.
My galleon awaits my guiding hand, and I will guide it through the ocean vast, seeking the treasure sought out by more than just one man.
I sail, once again.
