Part III

stella was always intrigued by the wind. today, the sheer power of the wind alone was enough to propel the vessel (a moderately sized) to well over forty knots. the wind raced past her face and caressed her hair as she watched, almost mesmerized at how the front of the vessel cut deeply into the water in front of her, creating a foamy and salty spray that occasionally met her lips. a very invigorating feeling overcame her as she inhaled the aroma that could only be described as freedom. stella was a very intelligent, strong willed woman who, like darvis, found herself caught up in a daydream from time to time.

the vessel was a beautifully restored schooner very similar to that of a Bluenose. this vessel in particular had two masts that each towered almost eighty feet over the deck. with a length of about two hundred feet from front to back, this vessel, although not as large scaled as an original Bluenose, was perfectly suited for a long sea journey. the sound the sails made as they collided with the wind reminded stella of the sound the duvets made as her mother shook them out into spring wind after a long winter of usage.

“I still think we should fly our pirate flag high up into the ocean sky!” stella said with a hint of childish wonderment in her voice. darvis, who was now perched half way up the schooner’s mast catching some sun, was still in deep thought on whether or not there was any significance to the encounter he had with the pelican earlier that day. “I already told you, I’m not too comfortable sporting a pirate flag at full mass this far out at sea.” darvis said with a hint of trepidation. “even though the skull and crossbones may not be a relevant symbol toward pirate activities in today’s age, there are probably some native cultures who still sail out here that do not know that.” he added. “you’re no fun.” stella said in reply. “I paid a good chunk of change for that flag back in nova scotia.” With this being said, darvis out of a random act of change, decided to fly the flag. this action came as no surprise to stella as she was used to perplexities of darvis’ mind. After all, he would be spending an incredible amount of time secluded from civilization with this young lady and wanted to make sure his bases were covered not only interpersonally, but also selfishly.

darvis, having been at sea for only a few days now, had already grown a little homesick. Stella had climbed up and joined darvis on the lookout platform on the mast. In all three hundred and sixty degrees of view, all that could be seen was the ocean meeting the horizon. As stella looked over darvis’s shoulder she could make out a few of the words that he was scribbling into his journal.

what I really want
is to connect
with others

shove indifference aside,
sing language with the rest of my species
the pleasant melody
a cacophony of ideas and opinion

lets me know
what they think
inside

I can listen to their feelings
But how can
I touch them?