A Secluded Cove: Friday morning [NFB]
In the hour before dawn a boat drifted out of the mist, its sails in tatters, the ragged strips of canvas cracking in the breeze.
Incredibly old, worn by weather and time, wood and rope and canvas creaked and groaned as tendrils of fog rose off the ocean to wrap around its hull, long fingers caressing the wood. Whether they welcomed it or urged it away was a mystery.
There was no hand to steer it, but still it travelled unerringly towards the shore, ignoring the sudden shift in tide and wind that tried to drive it back. One final surge shoved the boat up onto the sand and it slowly tipped sideways until it fetched up against a rock, listing slightly, but held secure.
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Incredibly old, worn by weather and time, wood and rope and canvas creaked and groaned as tendrils of fog rose off the ocean to wrap around its hull, long fingers caressing the wood. Whether they welcomed it or urged it away was a mystery.
There was no hand to steer it, but still it travelled unerringly towards the shore, ignoring the sudden shift in tide and wind that tried to drive it back. One final surge shoved the boat up onto the sand and it slowly tipped sideways until it fetched up against a rock, listing slightly, but held secure.
[ooc: the post is open for only one, who knows who he is. ETA: Post is NFB.]