Ocean ending

Alone at sea after all these years of being landlocked. I sold all I had to buy this boat, a thirty-eight-foot Chris craft cabin cruiser that had seen many voyages and had many yet to see. Her lines were beautiful like a perfectly formed woman her hull strong and dependable. The years had been good to her which was evident in the polished bright work and varnished wood that adorned her. The teak decks were weathered and well oiled. A thing of beauty inside and out. Below decks were all the things I needed to live comfortably in a small space. She was my pride and joy. Whenever I pulled in for fuel it got attention and often offers to purchase. I passed on the offers and always thanked the bits of praise she so deserved. Together we traveled many nautical miles to places I didn’t even know existed. Small river towns and far away islands that turned into party zones every weekend in the summer months. I didn’t frequent those island parties much as I found more peace out to sea just cruising and feeling the salt spray against my already weathered face. This would be my last hoorah the way I wanted to go out so to speak. I pictured it sometimes, a full tank of fuel compass pointing due north and my heart stopping. My boat would take over and steer us out as far as the fuel lasted and then she would stop as I did. We might be found but doubtful. A more likely story would be a mighty storm came up and tossed us around like a toy tearing her planks apart exposing her to tons of water lashing us with each blow. Together we would sink to the bottom of the big blue sea forever together at the quiet bottom of our ending......

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