She sat on the docks of an old fishing village when she had met the man she would never know. The weather was extremely gorgeous and the fish were biting like they had a death wish. She sat on the old weathered dock and didn’t pay any attention to anyone around. Living in this village her whole life, she had grown accustomed to knowing everyone and their mothers, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, and you get the point. A simple 23 with the dark crazy hair of an Indian and a fishing pole held in her right hand anyone could tell she belonged right on that battered ancient dock.

Staring down at the dark blue waters of the ever changing ocean was calming to her mind. One moment it was there and the next it would be something completely different. Its depth and force amazed her in ways no one ever had. That’s when she saw him. He stood there, his reflection in that deep calm. It seemed almost like he fit, the oceans serenity enveloped his tall frame and muscular jaw. He was a part of the sea and the sea was a part of her.

She turned quickly expecting to see this mystery man behind her. The birds continued chirping and the air remained still and empty of any man. The simple wooden crates were the only other objects on the dock. Looking around she knew he was there, she could feel his deep blue eyes searching her skin. Feeling a bit defenseless she got up slowly, keeping her eyes peeled for any movement, grabbed her rod and departed the dock.

The next day she returned to the water, sitting down alongside the beach as the waves came up and licked her toes. There was not a single day in her life she had not been to that dock, but today something was different and the thought of continuing in her usual routine seemed almost forbidding. She remembered the chill and bottomless gaze she had felt, and so she would be fishing from the sandy shores today. She threw out her line and comfortably sat waiting to sense the small tug of a hungry fish. Sure enough within 10 minutes there was a tug and she reeled in a medium sized pearly razor fish. This went on for about half the day till her bag was nearly full. She was proud of all the fish she had caught because on a normal day on the docks it would have been about half the amount. The sea was being good to her.

Then he appeared, standing merely 5 feet away in the water, smiling. It didn’t make her nervous like the day before but rather curious. He spoke smooth words that sounded like waves rushing her ears and washing her mind into a rich gratification. She was consumed and couldn’t pull her sugary brown eyes from him. Never had she felt so drawn to someone in her life. He was the sea calling her to him and she would go if he would just speak her name once more.

She walked towards him hoping to touch his perfect surface. It seemed like each time she took a step he would get further away. Every step led her further into the water and then it was washing over her head. Her lungs begged for breath and her body pleaded her to return to shore but she could not return. Further down she dove desperately toward the man she thought would save her. Pressure pushed on all sides of her as the ocean destroyed her last bit of oxygen. He was there though, just at the tip of her fingers and as her mind went dizzy she lost consciousness and fell into the deepest sleep in the arms of the man that had led her down to the bottom of the sea.

There she stayed, on the bottom of that ocean by the fishing village. Her bones lost forever to wander the waves, searching for a man she had never known. Many believed she had run away to find adventure and love. I suppose you could say she found both, the adventure in the unknown and her pure love for the open sea. Some say that if you fish off the old dock you can see her reflection so smooth and perfect staring back at you from the water.