Waves crashed to the shore creating a sound. The wind blew my hair and as I breathed the salty smell of the ocean, a familiar sensation crept through me. The feeling of wanting to be free and be one with the sea. I have always been in love with the thought of sailing. They say that the sea is dangerous and the storms are terrible but I am completely oblivious of the harm it yields.
" You wench! Slacking off again?" An exasperating voice snapped me out from my rest. I turned around and met the eyes of Aunt Victoria.
"Oh I'm so sorry Aunt Victoria, I just want to have a quick view of the sea." I replied and stood up before she could utter another word.
" Quick? Do you even know that It's already sunset and you haven't cook yet?" Her voice is slightly raised but she's obviously controlling herself saving it for the best.
I hate that she's mad at me for not cooking for dinner when the truth is I already did. She's just overreacting things just so she will have enough reasons to scold me. And she doesn't even eat dinner at the exact time, she eats dinner at midnight. What a load of bull.
"I already cooked Aunt Victoria." I said as a matter of fact. She seemed to not like my tone and my way of speaking which made her face to itch a bit.
Now you suffer Elizabeth, great thanks to your tongue. You're really good at making things worse on a wrong timing.
"You cooked salmon for our dinner? You forgetful son of a witch!" She shouted and I felt a spit of her saliva in my cheek.
What a disgusting Old woman.
" Do you want to drink salt water for dinner?" She said sarcastically and raised her left brow. Now I have to take everything back, knowing that she's the great Victoria Tyran and she can do all things even the impossible ones.
" No, that's not what I meant..." I was immediately silenced when she harshly grabbed me by the hair and started dragging me towards the direction of her house. Aunt Victoria is a massive woman, I am certain that my strength is no match to her. A tear fell from my left eye, I wasn't crying because of the pain, it's the feeling of being exhausted living my life in complete violence and misery. The tear became a load of tears and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Aunt Victoria please stop!" I cried but she did not stop. I am wearing a dress that is below my feet which makes it harder for me to catch her pace. She's really good at destroying all the beautiful things and moments in my life. I feel like she's created to be my life's personal and forever antagonist.
" Oh you STOP! How many times do I have to tell you not to leave my house without my permission?" She growled angrily and tightened her grip into my hair. I just wish my hair will still stay alive after this violence.
When we finally arrived inside her house she went straight to the kitchen still grabbing me. How could my parents be so inconsiderate? They should have at least in trust me to someone who's responsible and kind, not like Aunt Victoria. Maybe if they did that my hatred to them will lessen a bit.
" The next time I see you wasting your time looking at the sea, I will never think twice of selling you off to the pirates!" She said raising her voice and gripping my hair harder. I caught my breath at the mention of the Pirates. Aunt Victoria threw me inside the kitchen. She left me alone and quickly slammed the door. I hugged my knees and cried.
In my 12 years of breathing the same air with her, there never came a time where I'm happy and free. Well, except the times when I'm in the shore watching the sea.
I stood up and shook my head . I should start working now before Aunt Victoria comes in again and beat the hell out of me. That woman is very fond of physical chemistry which is very opposite to how she looks. She may be massive but her facial features are very feminine, completely different from how she acts towards me.
Aunt Victoria is my Father's sister. She said that my Father was falsely accused of murder and treachery to the Captain of the Darbanchas, the grandest vessel throughout the Island of Caribbean. My mother was known for having such beauty that lured many pirates even the Captain Of Darbanchas. They were chased off but they escaped, and were never found again leaving me behind to my vicious and cruel Aunt.
When I was 8 years old, my hatred for them started to grew and my envy towards the Pirates started to sail. I envy them for having such life and freedom. They can leave everything in the land and start a new life with the ocean. While I'm stuck here in my dungeon trying to live life. My only chance of escape is the sea. The thought of being carried away by the wave not really knowing where it will take me. It excites me to discover the undiscovered.
I heaved a deep sigh as I sliced all the spices. I already cooked salmon for dinner but I forgot that Aunt Victoria is not a fish lover even when we are living the rest of our lives in the shore. So I plan to cook roasted meat tonight. I finished everything for about an hour and rested my body to one of our hammocks in the kitchen beside the window. I have no plans of calling Aunt Victoria for I am very precise that she's out to somewhere again and will be back at midnight.
It's already dark outside and the moon is full and bright. I can still hear the violent waves of the sea. The glamorous reflection of the moon in the sea is breathtaking. I could see it smiling towards me, deceiving me to come and join them with the night.
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Trouvaille
Misterio / SuspensoI have always been in love of the sea and the thought of sailing it. They say that the sea is dangerous and the storms are terrible but I am completely oblivious of the harm it yields.
