Seeking for the light, the light which was rotating and I could just saw its effect near the harbor. It was dark. I could just see piles of wooden boxes, were put on each other carelessly in the side, and dark stoned pavement of the street.
It was a long time which I was dreaming of going there, passing among angry and alarming waves, watching sea when it was spread all of my sides and just thinking of myself, my very mute self, very mute soul…
…I didn't recognize. It was probably the man who was bringing me there, to the lighthouse. Was he a mercenary? At least it seems now. I turned my face toward him and I just noticed the sword he was moving toward my head. At a moment, a moment which was lasted as if it was a whole life, I was remembered of protesting ocean waves, telling me: "Didn't we tell you?" and all who loved me, reasonably or not, and seemed to be standing there if not in material existence but at least in a kind of spiritual one.
I gathered my efforts. Here, in front of me was just a low murderer, a worthless mercenary who could not, and did not understand any thing of waving oceans and afraid spirits. Why should I lose the game to such a bastard?
I stood up, in front of his very face, and told him on the eyes, without any sign of nervousness or even fear: "Hey! My friend! You, this ocean and those hanging spirits which you can not see now are just ghosts man! Powerless, caused ghosts. I can go and never come back, evade, this situation which you are making now, representing now."
I turned back. The bottom of my cloak was contacting stoned pavement in some occasions and rower man, ocean and spiritual puppets were just gazing me, even it seemed in a scream.
It was a long time which I was dreaming of going there, passing among angry and alarming waves, watching sea when it was spread all of my sides and just thinking of myself, my very mute self, very mute soul…
…I didn't recognize. It was probably the man who was bringing me there, to the lighthouse. Was he a mercenary? At least it seems now. I turned my face toward him and I just noticed the sword he was moving toward my head. At a moment, a moment which was lasted as if it was a whole life, I was remembered of protesting ocean waves, telling me: "Didn't we tell you?" and all who loved me, reasonably or not, and seemed to be standing there if not in material existence but at least in a kind of spiritual one.
I gathered my efforts. Here, in front of me was just a low murderer, a worthless mercenary who could not, and did not understand any thing of waving oceans and afraid spirits. Why should I lose the game to such a bastard?
I stood up, in front of his very face, and told him on the eyes, without any sign of nervousness or even fear: "Hey! My friend! You, this ocean and those hanging spirits which you can not see now are just ghosts man! Powerless, caused ghosts. I can go and never come back, evade, this situation which you are making now, representing now."
I turned back. The bottom of my cloak was contacting stoned pavement in some occasions and rower man, ocean and spiritual puppets were just gazing me, even it seemed in a scream.
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A Beautiful Mind ;)
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