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THE RED PEARL

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  The storm anchors were set and all that moved was lashed down, including himself to the mainmast and crown. The seas were so angry but he must stay on top until the storm had abated and come to a stop. Twenty foot waves now knocked him around, and wind shrieked through the guy wires with indescribable sound. The bow rising sharply with a sixty degree list, then smashing down in the trough like a stainless steel fist. Salt in his eyes, and an ache in his head, he thought of the two-week long storms with a fast growing dread. After what seemed nine hours, so long, the storm had depleted with the coming of dawn.

   
On the edge of the mountains came a grayish tinge, then brightened to rosy hue, that made the mountains look as if transparent gray green with a lightish blue. And the dawn brought back a memory to an aching weary mind. The woman who of course had been to him one of an only kind, "Caterina, Caterina, as if heralding horns came near. What forces came that keep us apart in pair forever and a twisting inner fear. If only to brush your lips again and lay with hand on breast, to release all emotions in a fiery rush and revel in the flow of your undaunted love and search stillness in your face as you rest. Why must happiness go like a last flicking spark, to have you looking and wandering and groping in a horrendous torturing dark, like a facet on a wave which the sunlight will catch and startle your not-seeing eyes? Is it like that to be gone in a flash when before your souls were the skies? Oh God, or whatever, rid me of this pain. It torments me down to the bone, but now I am here and here will I stay forever and
always alone."

   
The sun was at zenith when he broke off his train and began to clear off his ship. He hadn't been hurt in the storm
that night; but he'd fallen and busted his lip. So again preparation for another long look to be made in another place,
where the shells were much bigger and the water much deeper. He thought of a soon-ending race, but races are to be won, and "I am the one I'm running, neck and neck with myself. And seeing how there's only one in this race I don't think I need any help." With this bit of wit, he went over the side.

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