I leaned over the railing at the stern of the boat to get a better view of the sea. The water was calm at the moment, which was a disappointment to us both, considering we had booked this ferry for the sole purpose of getting to see some rough waves. Coming from an inland area with no real body of water, this was our first time in a boat. The captain even let us see his hindquarters, or whatever. I had just recently asked my husband to fetch us both a glass of fruit punch. Since he hadn't returned, I was alone at the time. Something fluid caught my eye just to the left of me, and sure enough, it was a wave. The water was starting to get choppy. I watched it slide effortlessly until it reached a point where I couldn't see it anymore. Naturally and out of habit, in my state of fascination I stretched even further over the railing to see what I couldn't see anymore; so much so that I myself slid effortlessly over the railing until no one could see me anymore. I fell many feet, knowing just what I had gotten myself into but not knowing quite why I had done what I did. I still didn't know by the time I hit the water. Of course, coming from an inland area with no real body of water, I had never learned how to swim. The waves still slid around on the water, but I found that they did in-fact have a pushing force - so as I was tossed around with no possible way to get back I realised with an acute sense of irony that this would be the closest I would ever get to see the waves of the sea. As I stared solemnly at the boat from underwater I saw my husband return with a girl I didn't know. I heard the deep, continuous call of a foghorn for the first time. And the man I loved and a woman I didn't know shared a night's kiss as they unknowingly listened to my requiem.
