Colyn trudged over the rocky outcrop towards the Lookout, hands jammed in pockets and head bowed against the wailing coastal winds. The sea looked bleak and lifeless, mirroring the dull skies. Hardly a scintillating view to entertain him over the next few hours.
“About time too.”
The watchman on duty eyed Colyn as he entered the cold stone hut. Colyn shrugged.
“If you’re late again, I have no doubt the Commander will have something to say about it. Perhaps he’ll double your hours.”
Land piers out to sea
In search of the horizon
Emma H, age 26, 17/05/2017
Ronat smiled. Everything was just as she remembered.
The brisk coastal breeze whipped her bare skin, fanning out her shining raven tresses. It was sunset; a ribbon of golden light adorned the crisp horizon, glazing the crests of the breaking waves with molten gold. The stony cove carved itself into the rugged coastline, overlooked by a towering obelisk. Ronat took in a deep breath laced with the tastes of salt and seaweed, and her heart pounded wistfully. Her thirty-two years as a land-dweller were almost at an end.
“Remind me again what we’re doing here, Fergie?” Liam panted.
The last shard of sunlight wavered on the horizon, painting the shadowed skies with a spectrum of obscure shades. The full moon had already captured the sun’s place in the heavens, challenging the west’s waning golden glow with a stark white brightness to the east. Bikes abandoned and wielding torches, the two teenage boys skidded down the scree-scattered slopes toward the coastline, Liam desperately trying to keep up with the determined step of his best friend.
“I told you,” Fergie replied, “Proving that mermaids exist.”
The sea is
Rolling, flowing, surging and
Calm and serene, or
Turbulent, frothing, wrathful,
Nature’s riches bless
Us with a dazzling fortune
Mythical El Dorado
Exists in sun-gilded seas.