Sailor and the Ruined Castle, Con't

The week past quietly enough and was filled with fishing boats and days at sea, Sailor was content to visit with the fish mongers and meander through the village thoroughfares; there was even that special trip to the open market that was very interesting. But the very air began to feel different to Sailor and it seemed to signal change, a change he didn't necessarily want. Always now this feeling dogged his steps; almost a part of him now: this nameless apprehension. Something was going to happen and soon! Was it meant for the town or for him? He could not tell because as the week progressed this feeling became like fog, enveloping Sailor, making things unclear and hard to see. It was like being swallowed into something or somewhere... Yes, that was it ~ somewhere. A place, different from here? But 'here' was the only place Sailor knew, the only place that was familiar to him. He was leaving! He felt that too and it frightened him. 

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Catspaw

Sailor and the Ruined Castle, Con't

Sailor spent the day introspectively, traversing the man-made dock that enclosed the small harbour. He stopped at his favorite spot and settled himself, contentedly observing all the ordinary little minutes that made up life in this village. He loved watching the men on the fishing boats shouting orders as the deckhands and boys scrambled to obey before they set out for the open water. Sometimes wives or daughters would accompany them to the wharf, waving goodbye as they prepared to spend the entire day at sea; sometimes, if fishing was good, they would stay out long into the evening. 

The sun was ascending, warning of a another hot day on the rise but the light wind coming off the waters cooled the air around the harbour. Although it was still early morning, windows were thrown open to the refreshing breeze and calls emanated from them as conversations between friends in houses and in the streets below commenced. Vehicles lumbered slowly along the dock and out into the thoroughfare, some loaded with goods headed for the towns' open market. Sailor sat contentedly, enjoying these times as he squatted, then rolled over onto his back; the rich smell of the harbour and fish in his nostrils. Still, his calming surroundings failed to completely loosen the dream from his mind. What did the dream mean?

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Catspaw