The albatross tilts left and heads west out over the sea. The cannon fire fades away with the shore, leaving only the rolling ocean and its promise of krill ahead. In time, the winds will change, the ships will sink, and the albatross will return to the bay.
Cold winds blow from the north and lift the albatross high over the bay. From below, it hears the sounds of cannons and breaking wood. A battle of ships is taking place, but this is of no concern to the albatross. To it, time only passes on the wind.
The albatross tilts left and heads west out over the sea. The cannon fire fades away with the shore, leaving only the rolling ocean and its promise of krill ahead. In time, the winds will change, the ships will sink, and the albatross will return to the bay.
Mimi Grouse
14/1/2022 07:57:19 am
This is beautiful! So full of atmosphere, it's literally real. Wow!
Pamela Kennedy
14/1/2022 12:35:17 pm
I, too, felt that I was witnessing that scene.
Ben Lockwood
14/1/2022 07:52:43 pm
Thank you Jim!
Sue Clayton
15/1/2022 12:18:55 am
Sailing on the wind with the albatross. Lovely descriptive piece.
Ben Lockwood
18/1/2022 09:58:50 pm
Glad you liked it Sue
Bill Cox
15/1/2022 01:48:41 pm
The affairs of men sink into irrelevance. Nicely done, Ben.
Ben Lockwood
18/1/2022 09:59:26 pm
Thanks Bill
Candace Arthuria Williams
21/1/2022 12:44:51 pm
How frivolous and subjective, this thing we call time. Profound message, Ben. Comments are closed.
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