Aye, the depthless ocean - my oldest friend.
I have long since forgotten
the language of the waves.
They whispered your name to me.
Yet another futile voyage, surely?
A most perilous journey
with an equally perilous end?
Past the uncertainty, something stirs in me.
Was it hope? Blind, dangerous hope?
I steel my mind and clench my fists.
With my heart as my only compass,
I lay my eyes towards the depths.
I had braved the harshest currents.
I had faced the tempestuous storms.
I had endured the wrath of the seas and skies.
But for you, I would set sail once more.
Must a perilous journey always be met with an equally perilous end?
Should distance and uncertainty be our undoing?
Take the risk. Relearn the winds. Set sail once more.