The Port and the Windowsill (standard:fantasy, 1265 words)
Author: Craven	Added: Sep 30 2003	Views/Reads: 3395/2303	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This was a descriptive story that I did for my School work. There's a twist at the end.

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Minutes later the crew disembarked from the ship smiling and happily
embracing their family. After months at sea the men where thankful to 
finally be home. As their wives or mothers asked them what had happened 
on the voyage the sailors would give a hearty laugh before replying 
about the adventures they had experienced and the treasures they had 
seen. The women listened intently to every word, gasping at the 
wondrous things the sailors had witnessed. I watched the sailors as 
they boasted about the great acts they had preformed during their time 
on the ship and their brief visits on dry land. Their wives took their 
arms and together the sailors walked away merrily. As sailors left more 
of the crew walked down the gangplank to great their family until they 
had all headed home. The only people left where workers and passers by 
heading for the marketplace near the middle of town. Only one person 
still stood by the ship. 

She was much taller than the other women. She stood quietly with her
head lowered to the ground. She wore a high priced hat, which would 
protect her from the suns glare on her skin. A long dark cloak hung 
over her shoulders, which she held around herself for warmth. I could 
see a delicate white dress behind the cloak it looked like the very 
best silk that could be bought. She had fine, blond hair that ended at 
her shoulders brushed over a hundred times until perfection had been 
achieved. 

The woman slowly turned towards the ship as the captain made his way
down the gangplank. Her lips where rosy red and slightly parted. Her 
skin nearly as white and fine as her dress. Her eyes where as blue as 
the sea, silent and deep. She strode smoothly towards the foot of the 
walkway and waited patiently for the captain. 

The captain did not seem to notice the tall woman. He stopped at the end
of the gangplank and breathed in heavily before taking the first step 
onto steady land. He looked towards the woman and said a few words 
before offering his arm. She took it and together they silently walked 
down the port away from the ship and my window. Just before leaving my 
view the captain glanced back at the sea and his vessel. Bidding 
farewell to his vessel he slipped away. 

Soon after I could hear footsteps behind me. The sound of water in a
watering can mingled with the footsteps. The steps where heavy on the 
wooden floor and they ceased right behind me. Seconds later I could 
feel life being poured back into me as the water was spilled over me 
and into the soil to be taken in by my roots. 


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