She-Who-Rules-The-Waves
She-who-rules-the-waves was heard one night by a lone sailor on the open ocean, the battering waves and roaring winds expressing her rage. Her words were caught in the sail, whipping around with great fervor.
“What is life worth without the thrashing of the waves against your vessel? What is happiness without grief? I create the chaos, the destruction of storms to the sailor. You there, stealing fish from my depths, you there, sailing upon me with no care in the world. Do you wish to be blown asunder? Do you hope to be cast away in my fathomless tangle? You there, sea creatures disturbing my flow, my channel of ambivalence, how dare you create ruckus, daring to be heard above me. I am the monster of the waves; I am the ruler of the currents. Not you, with your scaly fins, and razor teeth, not you there with your furling sails and meager attempts at adventure. I will own you, bring you into my tides, and keep you hidden forever among the reefs. Sharks shall tear at you, coral shall scrape against you. You shall succumb to the throes of my turmoil, you daring wanderer.”
The man stripped himself of his clothes and threw them into the water, among his other earthly possessions he had on deck.
“I give everything to you, mighty goddess,” the man yelled. “You are what I came out here for; you are the one who I owe everything to. Take the fish I have caught from your depths, take the water I have pulled from your body. I need nothing, but your presence.”
The goddess was bewildered. No one ever bowed to her, welcoming her presence. The waves did not cease, but changed in form, becoming a rocking, which could lull one to sleep with its sweet rhythms.
“Take me with you,” the man pleaded, moving closer to the edge. In one final crash, she-who-rules-the-waves eclipsed the boat with a hundred foot swell, and encompassed the man in the whirl of longing, transforming his legs to fin, allowing him to live among the gilled forever.
“What is life worth without the thrashing of the waves against your vessel? What is happiness without grief? I create the chaos, the destruction of storms to the sailor. You there, stealing fish from my depths, you there, sailing upon me with no care in the world. Do you wish to be blown asunder? Do you hope to be cast away in my fathomless tangle? You there, sea creatures disturbing my flow, my channel of ambivalence, how dare you create ruckus, daring to be heard above me. I am the monster of the waves; I am the ruler of the currents. Not you, with your scaly fins, and razor teeth, not you there with your furling sails and meager attempts at adventure. I will own you, bring you into my tides, and keep you hidden forever among the reefs. Sharks shall tear at you, coral shall scrape against you. You shall succumb to the throes of my turmoil, you daring wanderer.”
The man stripped himself of his clothes and threw them into the water, among his other earthly possessions he had on deck.
“I give everything to you, mighty goddess,” the man yelled. “You are what I came out here for; you are the one who I owe everything to. Take the fish I have caught from your depths, take the water I have pulled from your body. I need nothing, but your presence.”
The goddess was bewildered. No one ever bowed to her, welcoming her presence. The waves did not cease, but changed in form, becoming a rocking, which could lull one to sleep with its sweet rhythms.
“Take me with you,” the man pleaded, moving closer to the edge. In one final crash, she-who-rules-the-waves eclipsed the boat with a hundred foot swell, and encompassed the man in the whirl of longing, transforming his legs to fin, allowing him to live among the gilled forever.