Setting Sail from France

“What do you need?”, he asked.

“Please just continue”, she replied.

The captain did not interfere, for he recognized the influence that Anne had over the crew and himself. He saw in this girl, someone who he could have cared for as a daughter. Later in the evening all was ready, and they prepared to set sail just as the beacon was kindled. The sea was calm, and, with a fresh breeze from the south-east, they sailed off beneath a clear blue sky. The captain commanded all hands to turn in immediately, and then he took the helm.

This was a kindness.

Anne had been cast heartlessly from the whirl of society into cold isolation, and she was now experiencing a strong desire to hide in that lonely state. And what is lonelier, than a ship floating on the sea during the obscurity of the night, in the silence of immensity, and under the eye of Heaven?

She twined her arms round the gunwale - holding her hands in prayer. But she was at heart a non-believer. “What are you holding on to, Anne?” she asked herself. “Who are you hoping will save you?”

On reflection she realised that she did need to hold on to something as she transitioned from this empty state. All had deserted her.


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Nonita Thomas
May 9 2020

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