The Damned Trinity

Arabella found herself, like most afternoons, perched on the jagged rocks that lay guard to Hamilton Bay. It was high tide during this hour, and she admired the waves as they rolled in and beat across the stones.
"Crazy water girl," the town's villagers would say in passing. Sometimes she would get the occasional warnings from a hiker, "You're too close to the tide, girl! One day it's gonna pull you right in and you'll drown!"
Oh, but that's exactly what Arabella wanted. She wanted the sea to reach out and take her as prisoner. She wanted to drown in all the opened water had to offer her and most of all she wanted to be close to the tide. The wake called to her, much more than any piece of land ever could.
The water would spray across the girl's face and dance through her raven hair as the tide rolled in then would leave her wanting more as it drifted away. She never grew tired of the games the marine would play.
Arabella envied the sailors and tradesmen as they set out for their day's work. Hell, she maybe even found herself jealous of the occasional pirate ship that would dock. The rest of the town would scurry off in the presence of the enormous ships with red sails, but Arabella wanted to be a part of something so mysterious. She wanted to get off the land, wanted to get out of Hamilton Bay.
She would do it at any cost.
It was on this Summer night, June eighth of 1939, a black sail made it's way into Hamilton Bay.

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