Night of 9-27-14
I had a dream about a girl who jumped ship from the boat she was working on and hid in a little seaside community somewhere in the north where the water was cold and the trees were dark. She lived there alone somewhere by the sea, perhaps in a cave, and waited. The boat she’d run away from was sure to find her one day.
Sometimes she would look out at sea and see the giant sailing ships, as big as skyscrapers, anchored way off shore where the clouds brushed against their sails and their booms swung like the arms of god over the sea.
She grew acquainted with the old men who owned the one grocery store in the town, coming in now and then but never for too long, never giving her name. She asked one of them to keep something she’d stolen from her old ship, a fishing cooler, one day when she knew they would come looking for her. She left a note there for the man she’d stolen it from. He would be angry anyway.
The day the boat came she watched it dock from the crowded boardwalk. The woman who piloted it used to be her friend, but she didn’t dare say hello. She didn’t want them to see her; if they did, they would chase her. Especially the captain man.
I don’t know why she’d leapt ship, but I think she’d seen something in the sea that she wasn’t supposed to, or that he was angry that she’d seen. It had changed her somehow. When he found the note she left he sent one of the grocers after her.
She was faster than him, and cleverer, but he was stronger and wiser and when she took to the cold water he outswam her. I don’t know whether he let her go or not, because I woke up!