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<!--My dad emerged out of the spell of the ocean My ancestors left us to fe=
nd for ourselves when they were asked to fight in the mainland. We had warn=
ed our distant relatives that our ancestors were directed to live and hide =
us under the sea for a reason. My dad had been asked to be the king by a po=
pular vote on the mainland. They were eager to seek us by using submarines =
until he carried through his calling to land. The were dry. The homes were =
filled with dry this dry that. Even diseases were carried by the dry nuance=
in the air. It took years before my father could get accustomed to life on=
land. Painful years indeed. What was a protective cover of his skin was sh=
ed off by the dry air and nothing replaced his exposed tissue, but the glaz=
ing rays of the sun. This pain was necessary because it promted him to not =
just scream out loud or speak in jibberish, eventually his sentence contruc=
tion became like that of the others. Pain caused him to speak like all. And=
he talked mostly about was missing us his children. They reminded him of h=
ow much he cost the cities and towns by being born alive. They no longer li=
ked life as freemen without him. He was such an imposing figure and he had =
accepted his fate of leaving the ocean no the mainland. It was no longer a =
choice that he had. Because being king also exposed those who were around m=
y dad, to a new way of his thinking. Arguing was a waste of time. So he dec=
ided to play along while simmering with hate which he felt could be changed=
to a worthwhile effort. Once he was in good terms with his fate, life star=
ted to make sense to him. He was able to pass laws. Most who were illiterat=
e soon became educated. The buzz around having a man who once was among the=
m but was saved by ancestors who kept him safe under the sea was a huge ego=
booster to many. He tended to his scaly fragment of skin which still neede=
d coverage with local oils. The oils were too milf to help him he wailed wa=
sh fear and in pain, but we could hear him cry while we were swimming under=
the ocean. It helped that he was close to the sea because we could daily c=
luster around the location where he was and pray that he would say the righ=
t things when spoken to. Infact it was our mission to answer questions plac=
ed to the king our dad. We would send answers as though we knew what they w=
ere duelling about. Leaving the ocean is very exhausted, it isn't for the b=
ashful and the weak. My dad was just too old to resume a life on land. One =
of the most important laws that was enacted under his rule was, if a father=
who makes it to be the head of a family passes away, the remaining childre=
n and spouse must be killed. Not killed rather be retired because history h=
ad shown that fatherless children get used and abused and taken advantage o=
f. The widow has no place or a voice in any walk of life. They approved thi=
s legislation begrudgingly. It became clear also that there were a lot of d=
omestic issues that he had to address: food distribution was another issue =
that needed his attention. Many felt that those who were rich ate more than=
their fair share. My dad the wise king exclaimed that, with the Father is =
always right law (even in death) the food issue will go away. Once we reali=
zed that one of many reasons why my father was recalled was to look at him =
struggle with being on land. We doubted that they even respected him. It wa=
s my turn to be brave. My family decided that I had to leave the sea and br=
ing back my dad. We would ask to speak him in private. They probably will t=
hink that we wanted privacy maybe my dad would want us to join him.. We let=
them know that the rest of the family was on it's way we just wanted to be=
sure that it was okay to join my dad. True to form they let us walk on the=
beach and it was nightfall. The sand was still warm from the sun that had =
shone on the seashore previously. We walked until it was okay for us to jum=
p into the water and swam into a cave which we all knew about. I and my dad=
looked back at the forgiving sky. It was littered with stars. We knew that=
our role on dry land was over with. We were lucky to escape with our lives=
We suspected that our relatives would escape on that very same night too.=
My father whose skin still needed to be taken care of screamed in pain as =
the salty water came into contact with him. His screams were loud and terro=
rizing. We kept at it because we knew what we had been through and we knew =
what we liked. As we swam along seeing shinning lights of the navy crew, we=
saw our relatives swimming desperate for all of it to end. As if the fish =
were not on their way out of that island too, we were lucky to not have sha=
rks around. We wondered how long it would take the submarine to catch with =
us. My dad was weak having been away from the ocean for years, we practical=
ly had to swim while shouldering him. They say that where there is a will t=
here is a way. They were talking about us. The way was for us because we ma=
de it to a cave which was supposed to be our resting place anyway. Knowing =
that no humans knew of it's existence, we waited overnight. Literally docto=
ring my dad who by now was incapable of osmosis, his skin was damaged. We a=
ll hoped that he would get over the unexpected results of leaving his life =
at sea, that all he could do was hope that enough salty water will remind h=
is body of once being anaerobic. Hope is all that we had. Our mission would=
be a failure and all that sacrifice would be for nothing but a brief momen=
t and time that he spent with people who never cared about his needs.--->
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<!--Tessa giggled with delight as the foamy waves of the ocean on the beac=
h tickled her toes and covered the pearly white sand for a moment before sl=
iding back down to the depths of the water. She loved it here. Things washe=
d up on the shore normally, letting her find things that still worked; a fe=
w bands made of elastic, some half dried drawing sticks with different flow=
y colours, some with black in the centre. Pieces of cloth you could wear af=
ter you dried them, some round bouncy things. She didn?t knew what they wer=
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w about it was that there were many things that came from there, since she =
got many things from the shore that the waves washed up. Tessa had two comp=
anions; her older sister Lyssa and her older brother, Zayne. They?d been to=
gether since forever, and they felt like close family to her. Technically, =
they weren?t blood-related, but she had known them since she was a baby to =
now, when she was 12. Lyssa had been washed up to shore during a worldwi=
de storm in LA at the age of 11, (if that was a real place) and a week late=
r, she had found Tessa?s mother (or who she suspected her to be) on the gro=
und, still and silent. Beside her, underneath the shade of a tall tree, was=
Tessa. Her mother had given birth to her before the global storm, and from=
France she had been carried off the water when the storm had flooded the h=
ospital and carted her off. She held on to her child until she hit the shor=
es of the island and took her final breaths there and let her child roll fr=
om her arms into the shade of the nearby palm tree close to the water. None=
of them knew this, however, not knowing each other?s ancestry. Lyssa had b=
een the one to name Tessa. Zayne had been swept to the other side of the=
island when he was 9, not knowing what to do, he went off in the other dir=
ection, hoping to find some trace of human life. After a few days of walkin=
g, he stumbled across the remains of skilled Lyssa?s fire, and knew that so=
meone was here. He ran until dusk, and stopped for the night. The next morn=
ing, he went off again, but this time he found her. Lyssa, in the middle of=
making a sharp pointed stick with her Swiss Army knife that she had in her=
zipped up jacket pocket, jumped up and waved it in front of her like a wea=
pon. ?Who are you?? She had asked sharply and tiredly. Zayne fell down a=
nd lost consciousness from relief of finding someone on this cursed island =
and from exhaustion. He awoke to the girl splashing salty water on his face=
?Here?s some coconut water,? she said, holding a coconut in front of him.=
He drank until the coconut was empty and put it on the floor, stood up and=
extended his hand. ?I?m Zayne,? he said. ?I?m Lyssa.?
Eight years later, nothing had changed. Lyssa and Zayne could speak a we=
ird language, but Tessa couldn?t utter a single word, no matter how hard sh=
e tried, or how much they tried. They came up with the theory that she prob=
ably couldn?t speak, and created a language of their own to use with her, b=
y making signs, drawings in the sand, or making noise with objects. Lyssa w=
as convinced the cloths were called ?shirts, pants, and skirts? whereas Zay=
ne was sure that the sticks were called ?pens? and the ones with black in t=
he centre ?pencils?. Life wasn?t that bad here, they had much they needed. =
Lyssa was great at making ?fires?, ?building?, and ?weapons?, Zayne was gre=
at at ?hunting?, ?drawing?, and ?watching?. Tessa had a flair for ?cooking?=
, and ?designing?, whatever that was. Watching this wasn?t a bad way to liv=
e your life, anyway. You could almost life your entire life like this, on a=
tropical island, with the pearly sand, palm trees and fruit, starry nights=
and the deep ocean. Now, Lyssa was 19 and Zayne 17, and she, Tessa, was 10=
She wondered if she would spend her life here. 15 years later
Lyssa was 34 now. 34. Tessa wasn?t jealous. She could understand a lot o=
f their language now, from the word ?ambidextrous? to the word ?hi?. She co=
uld even write their words now, like ?Happy 32 Birthday Zayne!? In neat lit=
tle letters. At least she wasn?t as old as Lyssa or Zayne. She was 25. Stil=
l kinda old, according to Lyssa?s big brain of knowledge. As she watched th=
e leaves rustle in the wind above her, Zayne stumped back carrying a bundle=
of wood, some rusted nails, a hammering tool and some rope. ?Look!? He =
was yelling. ?I?ve found some tools! Can you believe it? I found these on t=
he shore where Tessa always watches!? Lyssa dashed over and began to tie th=
em together, forming a mat. But a wooden mat! Why would we need one? Tessa =
wondered. Zayne looked at Tessa. ?Come on, help us! We?re going to build a =
boat and get off this island!? He grinned, extending Tessa a hand. Tessa fo=
llowed, her mind whirling. Leave? She?d stopped thinking about it because i=
t seemed so impossible. And this place wasn?t so bad after all. Lyssa?s voi=
ce brought her back. ?Earth to Tessa!? Lyssa said, waving a hand in fron=
t of her face. ?Let?s go!? For the next few days, Tessa did the hunting and=
cooking, washing and watching, as Lyssa and Zayne worked on their boat. Fi=
nally, a week later, they were done. There were footholds and handholds in =
case they were in danger of falling, oars to steer and some precious sown t=
ogether cloth for a sail. Another week passed and their second boat was loa=
ded. Why?d they get another boat? Tessa wondered, scratching the question o=
n the sand. ?We needed to put the food somewhere, you know?? Zayne smiled a=
s he answered. ?Come on, let?s get off this island.?
The water was peaceful the entire time, and they set to work, rowing and=
taking turns to sleep, watch and row, take breaks and to eat. Dawn after d=
awn. Day after day. Night after night. Soon, they were in low spirits when =
Tessa, on watch, jumped down and on a bit of wood, scratched ?There?s a sto=
rm!? Sure enough, there was. Already the waves were becoming rougher and wi=
lder, and all three of them rowed and rowed until their arms were aching. B=
ut they hadn?t escaped the storm yet. It tossed them around wildly, splashi=
ng ice-cold water into their faces and making them hold on for dear life. L=
yssa screamed as she lost her grasp. Zayne yelled and Tessa was about to le=
t go when Zayne stopped her, his brown eyes desperate. ?No,? he said hoa=
rsely. ?No.? Tessa held on again as another wave buffeted them and turned t=
hem over. She lost count of time and wave after wave, the storm died down. =
They had lost a piece of the second raft and some supplies were missing, bu=
t they kept rowing. They had also lost two oars. Their hopes perished but s=
till they kept rowing. Until finally Zayne slumped down from his climb up t=
he sail to try and watch and put his head in his hands and gave up. Tessa d=
idn?t need words to know that. A few minutes later after her rowing, she cl=
imbed up the sail, and she saw the distant outline of something. Something =
big. She tapped Zayne and climbed up the sail with him. He let out a shout =
of delight and they rowed faster than ever, their hopes raised by the sight=
of land. Nothing dangerous befell them again during the rest of their jour=
ney. 6 years later
Tessa and Zayne walked down the sidewalk of where they lived together, s=
omething like two small connected houses. ?You wanna go to the mall today??=
He asked Tessa. She nodded. After all these years, she still couldn?t talk=
?Okay, let?s go.? Before going, however, they stopped at a shelf on the w=
all in their home, with a drawn sketch of Lyssa made by Zayne, and candles =
made from red wax made by Tessa. They lit the candles silently, doing their=
daily wish of hoping Lyssa was well, wherever she was. Zayne drove her =
to the new Walmart at her request on paper, and when they got out of the ca=
r, they paused. at the sight of something. Someone, actually. Tessa?s eyes =
widened. The woman paused too. ?Lyssa?? Zayne asked, shocked to tears. ?=
Tessa! Zayne!? Lyssa ran and hugged Tessa and Zayne. They stood there besid=
e the mall entrance, relieving memories and shedding their tears for a pers=
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My hair spills out, inky black in the crystal clear water. The hot sun b=
eats down on my face and I am glad to cool off. I lift my head out of th=
e water and paddle closer to the shore. My feet scrape the bottom and the s=
and is soft. I step out of the water and the warm sand sticks to my feet, k=
ind of marble and kind of slate. Sailing. The knots, the main sail, turn=
ing the rudder harshly and my best friend's laughter. She mans (womans) the=
jib and I steer. Last summer we saved up everything we had and worked doub=
le shifts to buy this little boat we named Catfish, and Evie painted little=
whiskers and a fish face on the front. Her delicate calligraphy and artist=
ic skills shine through in our boat, meanwhile my artistic contribution con=
sists of splattering yellow and orange and rustic wheat colored paint acros=
s our hull and over the sides. I had a craving and she complied. We're g=
oing to sail around the UK this summer, specifically, tomorrow. We've been =
sailing since we were ten, off the coast of Wales with her mom and my dad g=
uiding us. I remember Dad's steady hand on top of mine as my small hands ma=
nned the tiller and Evie's mom sitting across from Evie, helping her with t=
he jib. Tenby, Pembrokshire. It rocks, and I live there. When you think =
UK, you think England, so you think rain. Let me fix that. UK =3D Wales =
=3D Tenby =3D Looks like Bali. Legit. And it's perfect for sailing. =
I love the freedom of sailing. The wind in my hair. I love the speed I ca=
n get on the water. Evie says I'm crazy, but I'm actually crazy fun. There'=
s a difference!
Besides, it isn't like she has any interest in steering or getting a dif=
ferent sailing partner, so she's stuck with me. Day 1
It is hot today. We lick ice cream of dripping cones, cotton candy for m=
e and bubble gum for her, our colors mirroring. I like the look of bubble g=
um more but I loathe gum with a burning passion and have a fiery desire for=
cotton candy, so until I find the time to file a complaint to the makers o=
f ice cream I shall put up with it. Evie shoves me, saying something abo=
ut first world problems, and I laugh. We throw our bags into the boat an=
d roll up our jeans. We run and push off Catfish and jump in before she get=
s too far. I grab the main sail tightly and pull it taut. Evie does the sam=
e with the jib, and for once, I hold the rudder steady. We're off. Day 1=
1
A big, blustery wind blows my hair. Evie drops the anchor down and I sec=
ure her "swimming braid". She says something about how her little brother c=
ould do better (and her braid is flawless) and I smile sweetly and push her=
into the water. She comes up laughing and, before she can splash me, I div=
e into the cool water. Something brushes my ankle and I look down. Je=
llyfish. Lions mane jellyfish are poisonous, but it isn't fatal. It stin=
gs, though. I hold a cool cloth to Evie's arm, she got it worse then me. I =
try to apologize, but she laughs and says the jellyfish were there anyway, =
I didn't do anything. That may be true, but I still feel guilty. (Alrigh=
t, Eves, it's true, it isn't my fault. Ow! That was my foot, you realize!)
Day 13
There is a cat in the ocean. We saw her in the shallows, although it =
was deep for a cat, and probably unpleasant. We asked around shops in town =
and no one said anything about a missing cat, so we name her Moon, due to h=
er white crescent going from the middle of her neck all the way to her ches=
t. She loves the boat, the wind, and sits up on the stern of the Catfish li=
ke the queen she is. Day 20
Moon had kittens. I am so confused. There are two little bundles of l=
ove and fur and cuteness, a little tabby she-cat and and white and black pa=
tchy tom. We name the tabby Stella and the other becomes Lune. Day 29
Evie talks about sailing to Fiji. She has a dream of coconuts on the bea=
ch, and I sail if we sail anywhere I want to check out Indonesia. My mom gr=
ew up there, and I would love to hear stories about her from my grandparent=
s. Dad can give me their time together, but not so much her childhood. We p=
op open cans of sparkling water (Evie hates pop) and cheers to being a thir=
d of the way to home. With perfect timing, a whale breaches the shining wav=
es. Day 44
The water is not as warm as I'd like, but it looks beautiful and tropica=
l so we decide to surf. It's summer, we can handle it. There is a small bea=
ch where we rent surfboards and boy the water is cold, but I don't care. Th=
en we practice our knot tying skills on the hull of Catfish with Moon, Lune=
, Stella and the sea. Day 67
I feel so close to home. Summer had just begun when we started, and it f=
eels as though it's drawing to a close. With home and school so near, Evie =
and I swim as much as possible, pretending we're somewhere tropical. Day=
77
Leatherback turtles swim not far from the Catfish. I feel especially luc=
ky as they are both mine and Evie's little brother's favorite animal. She h=
ands me the jib and hang on tightly as she takes a picture with them in the=
background. Day 82
I am beginning to see some trademark signs of Wales. My hair is stiff wi=
th salt as I write this and I can taste the pink salt and black pepper figh=
ting the deliciousness of the tomato almost hard enough to overpower it. =
Who am I kidding, I love salt. Day 101
We arrived home today. We were hurried into dresses. White ones. Matchin=
g ones. The wedding was so beautiful. Evie and I were her mom's bridesma=
ids and her little brother was the ring bearer. Her little cousin was the f=
lower girl, and my dad's best friend was his best man. School has already s=
tarted, Evie and I missed a bit, but how could I be sad about my current F =
in math (I've never gotten lower then A-) when I have sailed around a count=
ry. My father and I have been lonely for so long, and we have missed Mom=
so much. We have a family now, though, and I feel as if Mom is smiling dow=
n over me. That night my sister and I lay up and look at the stars.--->=
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