A PEARL FOR THE SAILOR
BY ALLISON
Under the hush of dawnโs first blush, when the sky was still half-asleep and the ocean wore a crown of pale gold, a lone sailor named Maren steered her sloop,ย The Willow Wisp, through the gentle roll of the open sea. She was young but seasoned, her hands roughened by salt and rope, her spirit unmoored from any port that tried to claim her.
She carried no compass save for her heart, which longed for something beyond harbors and fleeting shores โ something she could not name, only feel in the pull of the tides and the ache in her chest when she stared into the deep blue.
One morning, as dawn painted the horizon in strokes of rose and honey, Maren leaned over the rail and watched the water dance. Thatโs when she saw him โ a flicker at first, a glimmer beneath the surface like sunlight catching on hidden treasure. Then a face broke the waves: a young man, not quite human, not quite dream.
His hair was a spill of pale silver that floated about him like threads of moonlight caught in kelp. His eyes were the color of tide pools โ soft, clear, and endlessly deep. And where his legs should have been, a magnificent tail shimmered โ scales of jade and pearl catching the morning light.
Startled yet spellbound, Maren found her breath stolen by the sight of him. He did not flee when her shadow fell across the rail. Instead, he rose higher, resting his arms on the barnacled hull, and spoke in a voice that reminded her of distant bells beneath the surf.
โIโve watched you,โ he confessed shyly, โthe girl who sails alone and sings to the sea. The waves carry your song to places you cannot see.โ
His name was Lorian, a keeper of hidden coves, a prince among the reefโs secret halls. Where other mermen avoided the reach of humankind, Lorian drifted close to hear the voices of sailors โ to glimpse the stars through their eyes and dream of a world he could never touch.
Day after day, when the sun rose soft and gentle, they met by the rail. Maren told him stories of storms survived, of lands kissed by cherry blossoms and markets brimming with sweet spices sheโd never tasted but longed to. Lorian answered with tales of the deep โ palaces carved from coral and guarded by stingrays, gardens of anemones that glowed like lanterns in the dark.
One morning, when the sky was dressed in gray and the wind sighed of coming storms, Lorian brought her a gift: a pearl, smooth and perfect, cradled in his webbed palm. โKeep it close,โ he said, voice trembling like the tide against the shore. โSo you will never forget you are loved, even when weโre parted by storms or land or time.โ
Maren pressed the pearl to her lips, tasting the salt of him there. โAnd you,โ she whispered, โwill always have my song. Follow it when youโre lonely. It will lead you back to me.โ
When the storm came, it did not break them. She lashed the sails and he called the currents gentle beneath her keel. When the wind roared, she laughed โ for she knew she was not alone in the wide, wild world.
And though she sails still โ chasing dawns that never end โ Maren is never truly adrift. For in every hush of the sea, in every swell that rocks her boat like a cradle, she feels Lorianโs promise: that even kingdoms divided by brine and breath cannot keep true love apart.
Some say if you look over the rail at dawn, you might see him โ silver hair drifting like sea silk, eyes bright with hope, waiting for the sailor who holds his pearl close to her heart.
And the ocean, ever a keeper of secrets, carries their love from wave to wave โ a promise whispered forever in the hush between tides.
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