I’ve never posted an unfinished story here, but there’s a first time for everything. I thought it would be interesting to share this, because I have no intentions of finishing it, as the mood I was in while writing it is long gone and will likely never return.
The ocean stretched out before Raye, a veritable expanse of vast nothingness, despite whatever may lurk below the choppy whitecaps of the surface. She took a step up on the railing and hung over the edge of the ship to admire the way the water was cut and displaced in waves by the hunk of metal she was on.
“Be careful, Raye.”
Clark knew she had a daring sense of adventure, but it scared him just a bit to see her hanging over the railing like that.
“I’m always careful.”
“Except for the time you fell overboard late last year.”
Raye turned to him and winced.
“That was a fluke.”
The ship was as long as an 18-wheeler and 2 and a half times the width. Its white hull was stained with seawater and barnacles, but the wooden deck was as clean as a living room floor. It was Raye and Clark’s home, after all. The ship was their castle; their seaworthy abode and escape.
“Yeah, well flukes can happen twice.”
Raye turned around and stuck her tongue out at Clark.
“Is that gesture supposed to annoy me?”
“No, it’s supposed to make you lighten up.”
“Like that’ll happen.”
Clark turned around and headed back to the deck where he steered the ship from. He gripped the wheel in his hands, admiring how the worn wood felt smooth against his skin.