Island Girl knows...

The waters are unchartered so they say, and Island girl knows.

The Sea has its Governors, yes Island Girl Knows.

No matter how deep the blue, even when it is darker than night, Island Girl knows.

The celestial sea creatures that each live beneath somewhere in the beginning know.

All lives have their day and nothing can take that away.

Just ask Island Girl she knows.

"Hey Amary," Island Girl said, as she finished packing the boat.

Amary was her great aunt that lived up the hill.

They waived to one another.

Island Girl was due to deliver some fresh sea food to Small Town using her fathers fishing boat.

The extra money she made would go toward her "soon to be" new silk dress; the one posted in the towns clothing store window. When Island Girl walked past the display there the other day her golden eyes widened and beckoned her to go inside to see if the most beautiful dress she had ever seen was real. She had to have it!

"Dad," she said as she mustered up her sweetest request, "I need some money; can you please give me $325 dollars for a dress in the local store"?

Although their family was not poor her dad believed his young daughters expensive shopping habit had to require some extra chores at this time.

"Daughter", he said lovingly, "if you take the delivery to Small Town you can have the money".

Remembering the pact with her dad Island Girl got up early enough to see the vibrant smirk of the rising sun just over the shoreline and proceeded to pack the boat.

Dressing in loose shorts, sandals and a button up shirt she was prepared for the 2 hour trip to small town.

Small Town was in the middle of the sea not far from their island. It was a colorful town with interesting people that kept to themselves and loved having parties for some good reason. Her dad had been selling fresh fish to them for her whole life which was 15 years; many of the trips she was right there beside him.

Patting her clear creamy complexion with her small backhand she looked up at the "all to familiar" spinning wheel of heat they call the sun and noticed although it was rather hot rain didn't seem too far in the distance.

Her father had taken quick trips to Small Town just prior to an intense rain storm and he always made it home before the "cats & dogs fell out" as grandpa would say!

She reached for her developing hipline and thought, "that dress is going to look so nice with my new designer shoes". Placing her shiny black curly hair into a loose ponytail she was off to Small Town.

The clouds were coming in fast.

Island Girl forged ahead and hoped to get back home before the rain arrived to present its dance atop the Sea; on the Sea top.

The wind was starting to toss the boat tugging it erratically in different directions.

When Island Girl was little she remembered grandma saying to her at the boat house, "chile' the Sea don't hurt nobody, if you ever lost out there it will bring ya back."

Thinking of her grandma's words successfully kept fear from leaking into her being.

The sounds of the thunder greeted her new found serenity; its vibration that of the roaring wild.

Just above her the sky filled with clouds like nobody's business.

The wind's power grew to forcefully maneuver her Small Town quest off course; the boat was no longer under Island Girls control.

The expressive force of the "beyond breeze" caused excessive swaying and the boat begin to take on too much water.

In a state of shock Island girl passed out of consciousness leaving her fate up to the Ancestral Storms' tally upon her soul.

The boat was no longer beneath her and she felt her body go into the water. While not lifeless she was just that.

The Sea's Sergeant heard her sleeping cry.

Before her head went under the water she was lifted by something she couldn't mentally suspect.

Mounted to not "falloff" Island Girl was safely on the back of a huge shark with its fin point gently between her athletic legs.

This huge creature of the sea, apparently with no harmful intentions, carried Island Girl back to the shoreline where she started.

Towns people gathered around to view the unexpected spectacle.

Not often had sharks come to shore.

With one swift move the shark slid Island Girl off its back and onto the sand.

Her dad ran over to see his beautiful daughter before him.

Reaching down he grabbed her in his warm arms and comforted her.

As if perfectly timed the shark caught the next wave back out to sea. The brave waved goodbye.

Island girl was the talk of the town and even though she didn't make the delivery to Small Town her dad bought her the silk dress anyway; he was just so pleased and thankful the big Sea didn't take his little daughter away from them.

Walking through the local town with her mom, dad and siblings was different for Island Girl now.

People would often tell stories about the shark bringing her to shore.

Under the Island sun that shared a room with the sky making heat children chanted about the shark savior playfully saying, "Island girl knows".

In a similar rhyme with each chorus cameo in its own time the young ones sang, "Island girl knows, Island girl knows", as they ran along the shoreline into the day.