Aug 5
"Ten years I devoted to the duty you charged me. Ten years I looked after those who died at sea, and finally, when we could be together again... you weren't there. Why weren't you there?"
And the irony is that she was always with him.
She was quite literally the sea. And every living organisms and the wind in his sails to every stormy outburst from a grey clouded sky was an extension of herself. He was a sailor. He knew the seas for what they, and what she was; untamable, unpredictable, unable to be bottled.
"It is my nature. Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?"
