The sun had set and risen again many time since she had set sail away from the love she once knew, it hadn't been that long, but to her heart it was an eternity. She had not felt loneliness in a long time and the sudden emptiness shook her. It was a dry emptiness, like the desert when parched of thirst, it was as if her broken heart had spilled all of the sustaining life that once flowed through her veins. Her tears had dried up as well, she found it hard to speak of her pain, let alone purge it from her system. The days felt longer than usual and the nights seemed endless, when she shut her eyes she could find no rest or serenity from the thoughts that plagued her. She was not use to the lack of company that surrounded her and it bothered her greatly. She needed someone to talk to, someone to laugh with, to cry with. She thought back, remembering the friends she had and the friends she once knew and then a name she hadn't heard in a while came to mind... O'Malley. He was a tall, handsome Irishman, a little on the husky side with broad shoulders. He laughed often and grinned through rosy cheeks, he was an interesting fellow with a good sense of humor and a lot of joy to share. Yes, O'Malley, he would welcome her. It had been a long time since he had crossed her path... she thought that it might be time to pay O'Malley a visit.
She steered her ship into the harbor where it came to rest, she fumble at the ropes as she rehearsed her greetings to her old friend. No words sounded right to her, she knew she was going to have to wing it. She stepped onto land and heading in the last direction she knew where to find him. On the way she spotted a local merchant selling his favorite whiskey, this reunion was a celebration, why not drown melancholy tonight? Not only would she drop by, but she would come bearing gifts... Mark my words, bearing gifts of whiskey is the way to an Irishman's heart. It was a long walk to his little abode off shore, it gave her plenty of time to think. She was singing and thinking to herself, out of all the scallywags she had ever met, she was certain, Sean O'Malley was the most charming. She was getting closer, approaching the hill that sheltered his home from plain view and then there is was, she made it. She looked around searching for any kind of sign of life, the cottage looked a little older than she last remembered it being, some new paint wouldn't hurt. She walked up the path to his door and paused, she took a deep breath (((knock, knock, knock))) she beat on the door. No answer. (((knock, knock, knock, knock))) No answer. She knew at that point that luck paid her no attention, no, not even enough to humor her. She started to walk away when she remembered about the spare key he kept beneath an old rum barrel, it was unlikely that he still kept the key there after all these years, but checking couldn't hurt. She turned the barrel on it's side and held her breath... nothing. No wait! Something sparkled, something shined. Hidden beneath a layer of dirt was the key, she smiled, barely containing her joy. Now, to see if the key still worked. On the first try... the door creaked open.
To Be Continued...
Comments (5)
b4 i forget -
some doors; there, in the creak - is a warning...
now that i've got this longhoursontheroadtrip-down...how far to yer port, young..
scallywag? somebuddyz got to teach you to leave those tempting doors alone...