The Buzzing Won't Stop!

The raindrops glistened as they fell to the ground. Looking through the glass, it looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Little droplets of water came careening down from the sky, landing in a tiny splash on the ground. Everywhere, it was like miniature floods. All coming down to create one humongous flood.

The rain hit hard on the floor of the boat. Captain Elias Dourk looked out the window, and a wave of emotion rushed over him, like the waves rushing over his beautiful ship. The outcome of this was not to be a good one, he was sure of it. He knew that The Marriane would not be able to stand the onslaught of the storm for much longer. She just wasn't equipped for this kind of voyage. Sure, she had been through a hell of a lot. Together, they had mastered many voyages that few would think to undertake. But this storm was one of massive proportions. He couldn't see any way out of it. His small crew had already given up hope, and were down in the kitchen, drinking it up. For some reason, Elias didn't want to be down there. He wanted to be alone with Marriane. They had some things to go over. He felt a buzzing go off in his head, and submitted to all the memories.

He was back in 1937. He was fifteen years old. He was working in an office. Nothing exciting in his life. Then came the chance of a lifetime. The boat he and his father had worked on for over 10 years was finally finished. It was named after his mother, Marriane, who had passed away when he was five. That was when they began building. And it was finally finished. Elias was stoked. It was no ordinary boat. It was a steam engine, of medium size, but equipped to stand up to some harsh weather. Nothing serious, but still very good. Elias took it out for a ride the very next day. It changed his life.

1941. It was a very hard year. He had just begun his boating job, and things weren't going so well. He had only gotten three cargo jobs the whole year, and they hadn't been the best paying. Still, whenever he went out to sea, life couldn't be better. His brother, a child of only 12, was killed in a shooting at a local mall. It tore him apart, and the sea was the only thing that could comfort him.

1945. His business had become extremely succesful. He now got cargo jobs almost three a month, which was the absolute most he could do. He was a very rich man, and almost wavered away from finding comfort in the sea.

1950. His business was booming. Yet he was not happy with it. Something was missing. He tried dating a girl for a time, but it let to nothing in the end, and he was glad it ended. He tried travelling to a different country, but it only spurred his interest for a small time. And then he went on a week long voyage, to nowhere. Just him, the Marriane, and the sea. It changed his life. He grew so close to the sea, nothing could break him apart from it. Later that year, his father was diagnosed with cancer. It wrecked him, but the sea kept him at comfort. His father survived, but it was a rough time. His mentor, and partner in his worked, died only a few months after he recieved the news of his father. It also tore him apart, but the sea kept him calm. He fancied another woman, and this seemed to spark into something even better.

1961. Elias was a married man now, married to the lovely Ellen, now mrs. Dourk. His business was booming, and he had apprentices that now did most of the work. He was the leader of an amazing business. He still sailed almost every day, and was so close to the sea. His father had passed away, not from the cancer, just from old age. He was the last remaining in his family, and had a child on the way. Life was good.

1962. Elias was commissioned for a 23-week journey halfway around the world, to deliver a prized package. He gathered with his crew, said goodbye to his lovely wife and newborn son, Jason, and went on his way.

Elias was awoken by a crash. He looked out the window, and frowned. Here it was, the end. His journey, all for nothing. They were 18-weeks into the trip when this storm caught them. It kept with them for 2-weeks, before it reached the breaking point. Now, as he stared out and saw the broken mast fall from his ship, he felt such a mix of emotions. He knew he was leaving his wonderful wife and baby behind, and that tore him up to no end. But he also knew he would be with his father and mother and brother once again. And he would be with the sea forever. He smiled, and was at peace. The boat rocked, and he was knocked out by a falling globe.




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He awoke, what seemed like hours later, and looked outside. The sky was beautiful and sunny, and there was no damage in sight. He smiled, and walked out of his clean cabin, onto the deck. He looked out into the water, and it was the most beautiful sight he had seen. It was clear blue water, fish swimming by. More beautiful than any photograph could capture. The paint on the ship was perfect. He washed his finger across it and smiled, then kissed the railing of The Marriane. And there was the true Marriane. And his father. And his brother. He smiled, and realised why everything was so perfect. Because he was in the grasp of the sea, forevermore. He smiled and walked over to his family. How could he be unhappy here?