from a tiny island in the south pacific. part I.

[from a tiny island in the south pacific.]

the voyage started a simple one. darvis was always one to defiantly resist any attempts made by stella to venture out into the vast entireties of the unknown. whether this had to do with an intense fear of having to leave the comfort of his own environment or some type of separation anxiety was soon to be beyond the point.

the voyage started at a small seaport on the Canadian west coast. stella set the course of the vessel southwest while darvis tried to come to terms with this ever changing environment. bitterly but quietly darvis looked out into the uncharted and felt a moments peace. (he had seen the movie Captain Ron several times and wondered if he would become subject to a similar sequence of crazy antics.)

"come here quick, check out the dolphins!" stella shouted excitedly. darvis yanked himself away from the ropes on the starboard and saw a small team of dolphins swimming in a triangular pattern. he had always wondered how these small mammals earned their reputation for exceptional compassion and intelligence skills. as the moment of wonder slowly diminished, darvis realized that like the dolphins, he and stella were indeed on some type of journey. stella had always ranted on and on about how a journey need not a specific direction or purpose. the key ingredient to a 'magic moment' being a liberal dose of spontaneity.

always caught up in a immense amount of introspection, darvis quickly came to realize that the sun had almost completely sank into the horizon. it was getting dark quickly. "darvis, isn't the sunset beautiful?". stella exclaimed. stella had a talent of being able to speak with her eyes. at this moment, her eyes were competing with the sunset for beauty. "yes, these are far better than the ones on the east coast of Huron." darvis had always thought of the Huron shores sunsets as 'rookie' despite the fact he once read that they were of the top ten locations in the world. switching his attention from stella’s eyes back towards the sky, he again sank back into his thoughts.

the sun rises slowly like a small globe cast over the earth. its sole purpose is to shine for us. like an eye that has seen too much of the day, it slowly grows heavy and sinks back into the horizon.

with the sun behind them now, darvis and stella settle under the stars for their first slumber at sea. the air is unusually humid and heavy carrying with it the aroma and taste of salt. this journey, although fairly unspecific in its trajectory, was turning out to become somewhat of a paradigm shift for both of the young seafarer's. laying on her back with her arm slung over the side of the vessel , stella falls out of consciousness quickly and as darvis stares into the night sky, he quickly becomes victim to his meandering imagination.

closing your eyes to the waking life
is like turning your back
on a hungry panther.