Just a small thing I wrote when I was in university, and I thought I might drop it on here. I didn’t edit it. I feel like I should warn you. Enjoy.
It was the beginning of March 2017; the night sky has already drawn a closing on this humid March day. The sunset disappears into the horizon with a final goodbye of its faded color of orange and red. Now the sky has been encased with the pitch darkness of the night, and nothing but the calming breeze of the wind howls through the air at the coast of Laguna Beach. As each minute passes by, the air gets a chiller, sending shivers down the spines and causing goosebumps up the skin of any mammal forms that crossed by the beach at this moment.
An hour before midnight strikes, a bluish-green light shimmer across the horizon where the ocean water seems to meet with the sky in the distance. As more minutes pass by through the spring evening, the bluish-green light continues to expand through the sky, almost creating another sunset light at the horizon. The light seems to have made the water more menacing and demonic in a way. Creating such a frightening aura from the reflection of the ocean water, the depth of the ocean was almost hypnotizing.
The night was still young, and the stars and the moon still glimmered from the pitch black sky and bluish-green scene. Reflection of the moon shimmered off of the ocean’s waves. The salty wind gently flows by, and soft music was heard from afar, coming from a single ship. It was a wrecked ship, erupting up from the bluish-green glow. The ship looked like a pirate ship from the seventeenth century. A ship that looked as if it has been sunken from hundreds of years under the deep sea still had soft music playing from it. The sails had holes, about the size of a cannonball going through, but the sails still made the boat float nicely. There were also holes on the side of the ship and on the floors of the starboard, along with the edges of the holes there was seaweed and mildew eating away at the boards of the ship. When the ship has finally stopped coming up from the bottom of the ocean, the ship didn’t sail above the water. There was a deep fog that fizzled below the ship and made the ship float slightly above the top of the ocean water. The bluish-green glow seems to have illuminated and surrounded the ship when the ship was “sailing” through the waves.
As the vessel was sailing, the melodious music sounded as if it came from a piano singing a soft lullaby to a baby, but the lullaby was so remorseful and alluring. There were no signs of life, but just soft notes of death following along the ship. Just cruising along the top of the sea water, the ship made no noise, just the nice, almost eerily, song sweeping along. The black flag, with the skeleton crossbones displayed, flowed along with the winds, but there was no noise that came from the flag flowing.
A small creak was made from the door that was supposed to lead to the captain’s quarters. The creak grew louder as the door kept opening until finally the door could not open any longer and just fell off the hinges. Crashing down on the broken wooden boards of the vessel, the door created another hole on the depreciating floor.
A long and drawn out groan came from the door opening.
A woman, who was shimmering with a purplish glow, was sitting at a rusted looking desk. The desk was completely leaning against the back wall of the room for support because three out of the four legs had grown mildew and was rapidly rotting away. The stench of the room was overpowering with seawater and rotten fish smell; although the woman gave no mind to the smell as she continues to write away.
Madam Lovino Arkham Diego was long past her living years and well into her years to pass onto the heavens, but it seems she still resides in the living world as only a supernatural being. Her only purpose was to wonder the coast of Laguna Beach and could only hope to find a way to apologize to her lost lover, Francisco Nova, so she continues to write on these papers that get washed up onto her ship. She wishes to say she was sorry for leaving him to see the free world and wonder the seas, but her letters remained unanswered even before she has brutally died. She desperately wishes to fall to her knees to beg for his forgiveness because she left him in his most desperate time of need. His last message that he has sent back to her was written in a hurried fashion, blotched with blood and ripped at the edges and corners. The message has stated that his village was pillaged by pirates, and he was enslaved by them so this might be the last letter that Lovino will ever receive from him. She cried for weeks after the message and desperately tried to come in contact with him, so her quest for freedom was erased from her mind and replaced with finding her lover if he shall accept her. Her quest was abruptly stopped because her ship was ambushed by pirates and taken over, so she resides in her quarters just writing until her time to strike began. Her crew and herself fought to gain their ship back from the pirates during a horrible storm which ended their journey altogether and sunk the ship in the freezing abyss of the Atlantic Ocean. Now she just continues to just keep scribbling down on these papers in hopes of finding her lover in some way.
Her quill, in her shaking hands, scribbled away along the parchment that seemed to have grown longer over time and flowed over the desk and down to the broken floor. Her eyes had no pupils at all, displaying only the whites. The dress, that she was currently wearing, was ripped on both sides from her feet up to her upper thighs but still hold the modesty of not revealing anything at all. She was sleeveless from the dress, and she seems to have sustained some heavy injuries.
There was a diagonal gash on her back that went from her right shoulder down to her left hip. Another injury was at her forehead where there was a deep slash cutting across from right to left, leaving just remnant trails of her blood dripping down her cheeks.
With all these injuries, she continues on her quest to write.
Lovino to My Dearest Francisco
THE silence is near deafening. My Beloved, I am afraid you will think me crazy, but I have not gone a day without you playing on the tips of my sanity! I have little time to write, by the heavens! I have desired for so long, but so little has been returned to me, I wish that you continue to think about me as much. The week of our landing in Jamaica has long pass, but I hope this parchment has been delivered to you. I wish to hear your voices and thoughts written across these pages! I wish to bury my fingers into your soft brown hair, and I wish to hear your deep voice sing to me while I just stare into the abyss of your beautiful blue eyes. Oh, the tragedy, of how much distance these events have pulled us apart! These dastardly people still bind me, to this day, in this room, without ever a thought of letting me see you again, not even once! I will find myself free, once more, hopefully soon in the very near future, where I can run into your warm embrace and be relinquished of these horrible moments without you, my Beloved. I wish to hear from you soon.
O my dearest, another jolt of ecstasy is racing through my bones as we sail across the seas to the coast of Laguna Beach. I hope to make haste to this land where you have said you resided at! O the adventures that I wish to tell with you while we share our love once more atop of silky bedsheets. I cannot help but want to take the wheel from the captain’s hands to quickly go forward but I cannot do so because I am still stuck at this very spot in this very room with just parchment and this quill. They have already given me many lashings about how a woman shouldn’t even be on a moving vessel that was to travel across the many seas, but they do not understand. They have barricaded me in these four corners with just paper, writing material, and sufficient food substance from time to time. I have thought that I have made a grand decision to go along this boat ride through the sea, but I have been mistaken. There is no freedom at the end nor is there any life without you by my si-
The letter was cut off from there because it was blotched with large spots of blood and tears on the parchment. There were multiple parts of the letter that was unreadable which made the ink run down the message. The written communication seems to be continuing on forever because the paper spilled over the desk and curled around the legs of the chair and disappeared under the desk. There were many piles of scrolls of similar length that was in a corner of the room, where they started to decay and yellow away.
A soft rasping sound was heard at the doorway. Lovino turned her head to the collapsed doorway and saw a servant, with an orange tint around them, appear.
“Madam Lovino, the sun seems to be awakening.”
Lovino nods in acknowledgment and says, “Ah, then we shall carry on during our next nightly visit.”
