Sunshine, Rainbows and Bloodshed

Chapter 1

As sailors have so many rumors and superstitious beliefs about the wind owned by the vast sea, which is no wonder as they rely upon their lives to the bodies of water, it will be practical if we stay at the shore to avoid the wrath of Poseidon.

Fe Buvelle, carrying a seed in her womb a couple of months before the delivery, watches television to supervise the weather near the coast, where his husband, Glasgow Buvelle, attends as a seafarer. As worried as a love song, Fe is clueless about whenever her husband will come home alive from the tempestuous winds of the weather in the fluvial areas or will be a portion of food for the monsters of the depths.

Fe has a habit of pouring salt at her windows, wishing his husband to be always safe and sound despite being distant by the wind. Steadfast breezes, calm seas, clearer skies: that is what Fe prays for several limits just to show sincerity from his partner to the gods above.

"For the life, the waters have been sustaining for eternity, for the water that brings life for infinite reasons. Please guide my husband Glasgow whenever he searches the sea. You owe for the sake of your happiness and our family. In a gust of wind, we will appreciate the ebb and flows of your blessings..." Fe, kneeling her rosaries as she recites the ocean's mysteries she is saluting.

As she is repenting, a gentle, cold breeze brushes her cheeks, startling her. "I somehow feel the scenario of Calvert in her Titanic scene then...," The azure curtains are waving with the wind. It is like a waving sea with the mildest monsoon rippling the tides. Fe is caressing her cheeks then, longing for the Dawson of her life.

Amid unfortunate events, the television cracks a flash report on the monitor.

"CAROLINE CITY — A cargo vessel sank past 6 a.m. on Thursday, about a hundred kilometer away from the shoreline of Caroline City, according to the Caroline Coast Guards."

In an immense surprise, Fe loses her grip on the rosaries, gravity pulling it against the floor, plucking the beads from the string as they bounce and roll to their wilted door. "Glasgow, I want my husband to return home. Please spare my husband's life, the ruler of the seas."

"The number of casualties had recorded 4. Eight of them are missing. No one of the 22 crew members of MS Fortuner of Eugene Shipping Company Inc. based in the southeastern portion of Caroline City was hurt during the sinking, according to the incident report of the CCG."

Fe's worrying turned into despair. Sweat was now mixed with tears of yearning and uneducated assumptions in her mind. She does really possess a maternal instinct for a good wife, then. As soon as she started to crouch, her uterus felt aching, and her placenta seemed to be swelling holistically, feeling bloated. Even the presence of the cold wind doesn't make her numb to stop her maternal pain. Her teeth are tethering to endure the pain. Until, like a fading wind, she faints.

As the temperature was quite crisped from the air cooling systems for the ventilation, Fe woke up. She had her brother, Ron, at her side and seemed to be awakened soon as her sister did, for a trace of puke was visible on his lips. "Fe? How are you? Is everything okay? What happened?"

"Can you please limit your questions, Ron? My mind is still astounded from my slumber...," as she crooked her eyes to remove the wax from her optics.

"Are you updated on the coastal news about the MS Fortuner then, Ron? Your brother Glasgow is in distress. His SOS signal should be replied from the sea. The sirens of the water patrol cars should be focused! Please make some time to cover things about him. Please..." as tears are welling up from being worried at Fe's eyes, thumping the rails of the bed.

"I will collect some news from the other concerned citizens then. Don't worry. The baby on that well-rounded bumps on your goofy belly might be sad too. Be strong for your kid. Cheer up. Everything will be going to be fine. Everything will be back to normal. As hurricanes do whenever they visit a continent, right?"

"You look silly in your actions Bro but thanks anyway..." as she wipes her tears from weeping. "If you bear a child with Hannah to be a father, then I find you great...," Fe complimented.

"Are you busted by the intravenous fluids here in the health center? Hahaha. You are just too much to make your younger brother sturdy, hahaha." Ron reacted as he scratched her head and chuckled, an integration of being shy.

The small chit-chat with her sibling continued as Fe felt something blowing at her cheeks again. Warmer air is bumping against her, making her more relaxed for a moment.

"Fe? Are you okay? What makes you interrupted, huh?" as he is whimpering his lips.

"Don't you feel the wind that is quenching the room? It makes me crave more periods of sleep then, hahaha..."

Ron quite banged on what her sister was saying. "Are you crazy? Even the curtains at the hospital windows aren't moving. I even felt the sweat forming on my forehead then hehehe. You even had your blankets bestowed on you. So no wind, no blessings from the sea here."