PIRATES: SAGA

4. Mary Grace: reaching the worlds end.

What does the worlds end means. I always looked at the sparkling cluster of the deep blackish blue sky and wonder Where is this twinkle of the star coming from. How far am i. How vast is this world can I be able to reach this world ends. but I never got the answer.

My small world of living with my family was ended when the news came to me that my father is drown to death. Though it didn't hit me that much hard until a month past i realise it was all a reality.

Previously, I was happy I was helping my Gramps in taking care of the inn with frequent visit of my father.

Now,I am still doing that but my happiness had already been faded. I was like a emotionless doll which had nothing to do with the questions which I previously asked to myself nor I had any desire see the world.

I would have known girls where not made for living this dream.

Looking back then I always admire my dad though just a fisherman. He take some pride in his work. Riding and playing along the high and low tide of the seas. Sometimes at night gleaming full moon sky. Something through feairy storm night. Sometime in sunburn afternoon. He was a one man army fighting with all his spirit to surpass the sea.

Even he knows he was not a super being who can challenge the sea and win. He was just a normal man in this world. But then also he would risk his own life again and again.

Until the light of the lanterns fade away.

I don't understand, why would he do that. when you know you were going to die. What fun do you get in doing such pointless things. Why are you making your near ones worried.

This all turned a 180 degree turn as I was able to see a boy struggle pass through his way against the pirates.

Though not able to stand but what caught my attention was the determination to not lose as far as betting your life.

He can be easily saved if he had given up on that locket but what makes him so determined to even risk his life for that stone.

He flopped, Shaked and struggled to stand.

He bleed,coughed,brawled but never gives up until his bitter end.

The time came when my heart stopped seeing him getting lashed through the walls as I realised it was my tavern.

I should have known you can't fight your destiny.

But I was proven wrong again. He was on his feet again with only one sentence in his rosy blood lips.

"GIVE MY LOCKET BACK," corroded voice.

He shouldn't have woken up I thought. But the inner guts were telling their own wits.

He had got his hands on the copper brown color paper.

Even being gravely injured, he was able to put a smile on his face as he talk his way through to grab the hold of his belonging.

An utter relief, joy can be felt on those moment of getting back something so important in the form of crying.

He grapped it so tightly as he kneeled.

I always thought why to risk my life for so pointless things. But if for just a second I can get my answer I would like to get that........