Catch untied himself from the mast and looked around. The last thing he had seen was the giant wave swallow Justine from his site, then he had clung onto the mast with all his might as the ship had rocked back and forth.
He looked around the deck, a hint of panic in him. He couldn't see Justine anywhere.
- - - -
Well Boy . . . See where your life has left you now?
Father? What are you doing on the boat?
Watching you drown like the sorry piece of crap I knew you'd turn out to be
Drown? I'm dieing then?
Not a moment too soon! You've done your mother a great injustice boy! She turns in her grave everytime her spirit even thinks of you.
Leave mother out of this, Father. You would never understand me. She at least loved me.
Loved you? She hated you! Her face would turn sour at the mention of your name! She died because of you! The grief of what you are killed her!
NO! She was ill, it was . . .
Look at you! Drowning out to sea on some god-forsaken adventure! When are you going to grow up boy?! When are you going to be a man!?
. . . .
The words ring true boy?
Shut up
You die without a family boy! You die alone!
Shut up!
Your life was a waste!
SHUT UP!
I should never of had a son.
- - - - -
Justines body sank slowly into the sea, a torn priests piece of clothing in his hand, still clinging to life but slowly losing its fragile grip.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/uchoark.showPublicProfile?language=EN>Choark</A]
at: 6/12/02 2:06:37 pm