T is for Tale

  I must admit, I am an aspiring writer. But you knew this of course, you always knew.
So I decided to dedicate Wednesday to tales. I used to enjoy spending my nights in the Christmas months telling stories to my little brother and his entertainment was always a fantastic return for the effort of coming up with something new every night. No matter how silly.
So I will share with you the silliness of my childish mind so that perhaps you might be entertained.

The tale of the sea

Once, in a place not so far from you, there was a pirate. He looked quite similar to you as well. He was short and smart and he was much younger than all the other pirates, but he was the captain - and there was one very good reason. The captain could talk to the sea.
You might wonder how he did it. The pirates surely did as well. But he never told a soul. So it was a mystery when he could sail straight into a storm and come out unharmed, the water never having touched him. A puzzle when he steered into a waterfall and landed in the rushing water below, not a scratch on his boat. A conundrum when he could pull his sails down and still reach his destination, his boat carried by the waters that he knew so well.
The captain was loved by all pirates even if he wasn't a pirate at all. You see pirates roam the oceans for gold and treasures but the captain, all he wanted to do was explore. He would smile and shake his head when treasure was offered, telling the pirates that he had enough with just the sea.
And so it was, one sunny morning, that the captain sailed into the last bit of sea that he had never spoken to. The sea spoke to him and he listened and as he turned back to his crew he whispered,
"This is the last part of the sea. My travels are finished." And he stepped into his room.
The captain was a quiet man, he had spent all of his time listening and never speaking. He wasn't sure what to do when there was no more sea to listen to. He spent all night and all morning and all night again thinking of what he might do until he heard one small whisper drifting through his window.
"There is one part of the ssssea, you have not seeeeen." The voice washed into the room.
"A part I have not seen?" He asked.
"There is a triangle in the sea." The voice swayed across his desk.
"A triangle in the sea you say?"
"That will be the end of your journeyyyy" the voice sung softly.
The captain wondered what this could mean. The sea was mischievous and dangerous and he had learned long ago not to listen to the whispers that tempt you, or scare you, or make you feel sad. Those are the whispers that can only hurt you if you listen. But he knew that if he did not, then they would stop whispering and only the good voices would speak.
He didn't know if this voice was good or bad. It was a mystery, and everyone knew that mysteries were the captain's favourite thing.

To be continued...