Creative Writing Ocean

Atlas of the World

The horizon seems so distant from my perch on the bow of the boat. The skies open and clear, the ocean vast and deep. It stretches out before me like an endless bubble of blue; so many possibilities laid out before me. Limitless.

The faceted depth of water beneath me shimmers with an ethereal beauty. Beams of light from the afternoon sun billow across its surface like a silken sheet in the wind, concealing the beauty and danger that lurks below.

With the wind rustling through my hair and the cool spray of the ocean reaching for my feet I couldn’t help but smile. If anyone could see me I would probably look like a grinning fool. There is something freeing about being surrounded on all sides by ocean, the world is at your fingertips and all you need to do is set your course. Nobody and nothing can hold you down.

Over the buffeting wind there is a whisper adrift on its currents; something that doesn’t quite belong. Turning I see my brother motioning to me through the dirty glass panes, his lips moving wordlessly. The wind will not be ignored and his voice struggles to penetrate. “I can’t hear you!” I shout with all my might. Rolling his eyes at the inconvenience he waves me off and we begin to slow. The once

My fingers trail slowly over its surface. It may be a little old, a little dirty and worn around the edges but it is ours and that’s all that matters. I won’t lie, she has seen better days but she works and that is good enough for me. We could have spent a couple more years saving to buy a boat in better condition but I don’t know if I could have lasted a few more years. I had to get out, I couldn’t live in that toxic environment anymore. With Dad dead and Mum being… I… I just had to get out. The only solace is that my brother knows exactly what I’m going through too. He understands. Maybe he understands a little too