Mystery of the sea

The women just stood at the stern of the ship. They were trying to avoid the craziness that lay before them. One young man had tried to fight off the giant creatures which blocked their way. The mighty claws of the red lobster were not tied for the lady's eating. The man's spear had not even been able to crack them. The huge animal's claw had bent the soldier's sword. A true maiden would have screamed in horror but the women on the ship like statues stood still in silence and watched. They did not swoon over the brave fighting man. The man felt lost, a beaten warrior was to be comforted and his wounds were to be kissed and tended to, but these women did not seek to soothe his sorrow, pains, and frustrations. To the it seemed to be just another fight, just another day. The man began to feel that maybe these young women were not damsels fair enough to fight for. If his muscles weren't worth a lady's shy glance, maybe her attentions weren't him risking his life. So he pretended to die. Then lobster forgot him and the soldier slowly floated out of the lobster's grasp. The young ladies noticed the brave soldier's body floating on the sea. The young man listened to hear a cry of concern. But these stoic women did not feel a loss. The young man felt a loss. When had a soldier's life, lost its worth. When did a young lady not swoon over a young man who risked his life for her? Was not his muscular build and swagger worth a sly glance? He did not cry, but he felt a sense of sorrow. He wondered what would happen if he serenaded his desire? His body neared the lady's ship. He could hear them laughing, ignoring his floating body. And then he thought he felt soft skin on his arm. He was too shocked to turn his head to look. He had imagined these women with skin as gravel to match their hard hearts. but this hand soothed his mind. The soft skin of her hand pulled him over to the ship. He wanted to jump from the waters into her grasp, but he was dead. Strong soft hands pulled him onto the ship's deck.

When he opened his eyes he was on the deck alone. No fair young maiden. No one at all. They had docked on the shore, no more huge animals, no more need for heroics, to tell the truth, he was relieved. Maybe the old ways had died and there were new ones. Was he ugly or maybe was it assumed that a man with no apparent wounds did not need a weeping woman to cry over him. Maybe there was no need for him to rush into every dangerous situation. Just when he went to leave, he heard a sweet voice."Oh, you woke up, did you fall asleep in the water? I am glad you are okay. I pulled you out. My mother did not want to get the deck wet, but I thought I saw you move," He smiled as she talked. He kept telling himself just talk, do not court her. "Where am I he asked. " She laughed, This is my home, we are about an hour away from the creature sea where we found you. "I had never seen a lobster that big", he ventured. She laughed again," We saw you fighting him. We don't fight those creatures and they usually don't bother us." He blushed. She wiped his hair out of his face. Come on I'll introduce you, everybody wants to meet the funny man who tried to kill the lobster"