Ghost of the Habour

The salt in air
made the wind cling
onto the skin like
a widow's veil.

So light,
yet it burdens
the heart and
crushes it as
would a chainmail.

I'm so glad
to see you here.

Your voyage has
ended now, sailor.

The waves that
hit you so hard
had brought you here.

You wouldn't feel my graze
on your battered skin.

You wouldn't hear my words
through these deafening
crashes of the sea.

But Lady Fortune's grace
had been upon you.

There are many, many
who had died amongst
these waters.

Few have been so
blessed with their souls.

Just like that captain
from decades ago.

So fine was his ship,
with her mast strong
against the storm.

She sailed past
the habour I was at,
and he was dashing in the wind.

But she had a will of her own.

And soon,
the captain could no longer
steer her with the mast.

And he was abandoned
into the depths of the ocean
as she vanished
into the howling rain.

His waxen face
was chisled with fatigue
from his struggles.

When he came back to the habour
where I have been waiting
since his departure,
I knew what should
have been done.

The sea needs to
be appease.

In his stead,
I will go.

The roaring waves
swallowed me
without mercy.

It was cold.

Now,
this is the
only place I could roam.

He used to come back,
you know.

But mad with
my senseless longing
did I haunted him with fear.

Not long after,
there was nothing
about him I could hear.

It must have been
an adventure, sailor.

I, too, wish to set
upon these sails.

But dead as I am,
it is amongst death
must I dwell.

So to you,
my dear,
I wish you well.