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Outmast

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I am off course; by what distance I cannot say. I don’t know when exactly, but I have a few ideas. It could have been the moment I went below deck to make sure a patch was holding, maybe I fell asleep and let my guard down. Whatever, whenever, happened, it did and now I’m lost at sea.

The winds are strong, the swells are taller than my vessel and the sky grows darker as the storm continues. Had I maintained my vigilance and stayed on course, this scenario might not have happened. Of course, when sailing these waters, anything could happen.

The weather away from the mainland is meant to test the vessel. Trials, countless trials, will take place pushing the integrity to the limit. I set sail on whim, hoping my steel would hold and my wisdom, what little I have, guides me.

Right now, I’m sailing by the seat of my pants. I can’t navigate in a squall like this. The winds are strong; the sound is deafening making thought nearly impossible. All I can do is keep my eyes open and try to see past the stinging rain. A bolt of lightning, a crack of thunder is all I have at this point that lets me know I’m not under water.

Water crashes onto my deck cover the bow as I hit the bottom of troughs only to start climbing another swell of incalculable size. Lightning flashes near to me with a deafening clap.

As the ship crests, I get a momentary glimpse of the storm over the rest of these unfamiliar waters. To me, for now, it seems endless. A grey-black mess of flashing light, howling winds, and stinging rain coupled with swells that threaten to swallow my ship without remorse.

I have to see this storm through. Deep down, I feel like the storm will never pass, that the currents are making sure I stay in the center trying to drown me out. However, I must keep telling myself that all storms pass. They may last a long time but they are never permanent.

However, I must also realize that I am no longer dead center of the line. I have sailed to one side and I have to figure out which. To keep telling myself one thing could be a work of futility. However, what I feel deep down could be a misinterpretation of what I see and feel.

One thing is for sure: this is a trial, one of many more to come as long I keep my vigil and cool as the storms get tougher and the currents get stronger out on the Seas of Hope and Hoplessness.
I have been sad for a month or two now.
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I want to hold you and make you safe.