Secrets of the Sea

[miz_lou]

The wind tossed her hair as gently as the water beneath the vessel and she closed her eyes against the view of the skyline city, swallowed by the brightness of a setting sun.

The vision of a dress swirling, yards and yards of fabric enveloping her waist and gathered in a hand, the other free to clutch his shoulder. A broad build known only to her imagination now that he was gone from her - the time of his absense never certain.

Jacinda White tightened her grip on the railing. The salt slightly tingling her senses. That was one of the things she loved about the sea air. It seemed to originate from the very depths from the sea; how else could the air seem so much more crisp, so much cooler, so unique?

She held her self steady although her equilibrium felt as if she were going impossibly faster than the ship carrying her. The murmur of people chatting started to invade her thoughts as she was reminded that her solitary daydreams were just that. Daydreams.

Daytime tea tables were set up, seemingly the only thing holding the billowing tablecloths down were the pitchers; sweating intensely and shattering the rays of the sun. She had boarded the ship three hours earlier for a tea social, inconviently scheduled for the day she had yearned to return on her memories... for the third time that week. Privacy was not easy to come by at a social. Jacinda looked over to her abandoned cup and dared to think she'd not go back to it again. Her journey would be over soon and much too quickly. She wouldn't waste her time sipping tea, the fair haired woman could do that anytime, anywhere.

She really had to stop this foolishness.

She chuckled softly to herself, that would be something her mother would have said. It was truely inevitable, the soft beauty was turning into her mother after all.

The buildings grew in size, the steel stretching and morphing the hull of the ship in its reflections. The glass amplifying the size of the vessel greatly. Jacinda took the extended hand and hopped off board with a girlish air. That was just what she needed. Some time on the open sea. This was beginning to become an expensive habit of hers. Expensive habits could be also forwarded to the accredation of her mother, her tastes had always been too rich for her blood.

Jacinda turned and took in the massive hull, the sweeping script on the side Despoina. Shadows played in and out of the windows as people continued to unboard the ship. Her ship. She stood admiring it until the last party had left the dock, Jacinda and the shell of the once crowded vessel. It seemed so empty, lost and alone. And it was the only place she found peace anymore.