Thread: Long Awaited Journey [skiyn&onelite)

Tenby was a small fishing town south-west of Wales - the surrounding shores filled fishing boats - fishing boats filled with old fishermen who talked all day of casting nets, fishing, alcohol and better days - of fishing, and alcohol. The sky was beginning to escape it's dark dreary state, and specks of light could be seen to peak through the drifting clouds, the sun rising at it did across the sea-line. Sea-gulls darted and cried across the port, as if the celebrate the rising of a new day, and to wake up the fish from their slumber. A different kind of vessel was visiting this morning, scabbered, uncleaned, barnacles manifesting it's every edge - but the build ever so slender and strong - scars to tell tales, and patches to remind regret. It's captain - Paul ''Yellowfire'' was a spitting image of what this boat was about, 2 and a half years he'd had it, and another 2 and a half added to how long he'd seen his home, Tenby, the little town of the fishes - he smiled. ''Oh Gloria, it's time to see my woman - shan't you get jealous, your just a ship after all!'' Paul sung from above the deck, he had about a quarter of the crew he needed - they all looked at him as if he were mad - but he'd got home in one piece, and that's all that mattered. Before he ported into the town he realized that he needed to keep a low guard, as he was exiled from this town for robbery originally, so it was best not to remind the locals - his smile turned a little downwards to the realization he probably couldn't stay here long. He departed the ship near a small island - on the west side of the town - his remaining crew were trusted friends, and he knew the ship was in safe hands - he told them to sail south somewhere in England where they could send a messenger to a small retreat in Cornwall where he had family, this is where they could reach him. He waved farewell, and took a small dinghy to row to shore, with a case full of wine and rum and some coin to keep him going. His clothes were grubby and weather-worn, but the rich material and jewellery still remained to what it was and with a womans touch and cleaning they could probably be as good as new which was only part of his intention of visiting. He hadnt seen her in four years, and he had no idea what to expect maybe she found a new man, maybe shed moved house, she mightve died who knew. So he thought the best thing to do was what he always did, which was to find out, headfirst. He snuck into the sleeping town, the fishermen were already set off, and this part of town was pretty much empty. He found the house at the end of the road she lived on, facing the sea just as shabby as the day he left. He stared at the house for a while, and decided not to knock, so he went round to side to look for a way up to her bedroom window. Moving things around to make space to climb, he made a quite a bit of noise, waking a nearby dog that barked and ran around around in the next-door yard. With a grin on his face he made it up to the window, nearly slipping twice, he held on to the window ledge and heaved himself up to the open window, he sat there and watched her laying naked on the bed just grinning as he did whenever hed found something worth seeing or - stealing.