THE OTHER END OF THE HORIZON

Chapter 1

No one really knows what built the ship. Most think it dropped out of the universe as a present to the ocean. What was known is that it stood 1200 feet high and 300 feet wide in the air. Both the sails stood elevated across from one another. The deck was embroidered with shimmery wood with the wheel cushioned to its irresistible attachment. The hull allowing its intriguing stature to hover and bow amongst the enormously still waters. No need for the anchor just yet. It hung even, making sure it did not interrupt the flow of constant. The keel and stern unitedly positioned as the ship’s last stance. It was created from the finest of steel, pale aqua colored as a reflection of the ocean’s fictional beliefs.

The ocean was more than delighted, now able to feel something’s footprints gliding across, leaving impressions on its vast occupying emptiness.

Although land had been a tethering companion, it only encompassed its soul, making the ocean feel boundless and merciful to its circumference.

Now, the ocean not only felt it had an accomplice, but also a purposeful duty introducing the ship to the wilder side of autonomy.

You see, the ship moved with the ocean, it felt the waves of the ocean’s expressions, and the ship revealed various sightings the ocean could not unearth. The ocean may have touched these places all across, but the ship as witness could actually mark territories and leave remembrances behind. The ocean always occupies the space. It may move within, but usually stays put. There are only special occasions for when its treacherous presence sweeps across the land. For the most part, the ocean grasps whatever it touches, or whatever is thrown in its grip. It is therefore a collection of earth’s lost and found. The ocean was unhappy with this, feeling as if it were an overabundant cannister of earth’s waste.

But the ship made the ocean feel alive, loved, wanted, and needed. The ocean loved to see the object test its waters, stand against its current, and dare to travel across to the unknown amongst the beautiful (and now shared view of the) horizon.

Chapter 2

As time went on, the ocean continued to gain fondness of the ship’s submissive abilities. It was as if the ship trusted the oceans every move, sealing its fate and putting its faith in the ocean’s sequence. It sailed across the exuberant bed with as a much confidence the ocean would allow, or the wind would enforce. Neither complained but were just a pair of meek surveillances of earth’s discoveries. Earth was full of colors, sounds, heat, snow, rain, and thrusts and bolts of lightning from the stratosphere. Still, the ship nor ocean flinched underneath nature’s command. It did as it was commanded to do. The wheel turned as it was instructed to turn, and the journey’s it followed were where the ocean’s water led.

Chapter 3

The ship traveled behind all the multidirectional places the ocean led along the horizon. It was like a never-ending, everlasting path of wonderous endless green tall trees, mirky brown swamps, spritzy bursting waterfalls, heavenly mountains, swinging jungles, sandy beaches, vivid rocks, multicolored flowers, spirited plants, and other various vigorous forms of life. The ship traveled and traveled. There was no need for fuel. The ocean’s multidimensional functions created the luxury of priceless experiences without artificial resources or labor. There was no work to be done, only the pursuit of adventure and the motion picture. Earth could not paint a better picture of its birthmarks or the magnificence of it all.

There was no need for questions on where to next. The ship was in tune with the surface, interlocked with the temperature of the seabed and the traction of the magnetic wind speed. The freeing miles of space and breeze of the ambience filled air, was one of zest and passion for life. For years, the ship graced its boisterous presence toward every area it cleared. It did this with pure ease and swiftness, and a vibration yearning for something more. Another place to drift and explore.

Chapter 4

As the yearning for more increased, the destinations stretched long and distant, the winds howl grew stronger, and the ocean waves grew taller. The imagery of the wonderous lands now swayed back and forth in the mind of the ships funneled panorama. The ever so smooth and less than robust journey gradually achieved its persistently awaited contrasted adversity. The ship’s compass spiraled out of control. Neither counter nor clockwise fitted the geometer on the dashboard. Waves, hundreds of feet tall bombarded the ship’s pathway, and the force of its power swung the ship around the vengeful cluster of daringness. The ocean failed to warn the ship of its inability to control its domain. And so, it treated the ship as a helpless foreign object, involuntarily unrecognizable to what it called its dwelling. The ship had no walls to balance itself. The ship had no companion to steady its awkwardness. Lastly, the ship had no manual that directed it on what to do. Without warning, and to the ships advantage, the jolt of wind bolted the anchor into the unrelenting ocean. At last, the ship relaxed but swayed with the vile current.

Chapter 5

The wrath of the wind’s fury continued for hours, but the ship stood strong and fierce through its boldness. The ship did not wilt or wither. The ship did not coddle or cringe. The ship did not fold or sink. The ship stood still on top of the wave’s motions.

Finally, the storm ended. The ship had passed the testy waters with its structure still in place. The ship glistened under the sun’s bright warming lights. All was well and the water was calm, but the ship could sense there could be more days like this. It sailed about its day brasher than ever. It had accomplished and survived a suddenly violent upsurge of an opposing magnetic force. All returned to normal. The ocean moved very apologetic, as if hiding below the surface what compelled its uproar. The ship paid no more attention to the matter. It was over, it survived, it is here for a special purpose, and it wanted more of the pleasures the universe had to offer. The ship could not be a disappointment to the ocean. It was its gift. As long as the ship still sailed, there was nothing to stop its innate feeling of wanting to sail along the horizon. The ship now stood in its own power and gained confidence in its own capabilities. The anchor was lifted.

Chapter 6

The ocean observed the ship’s bravery and felt release due to the ship’s ability to forgive so easily. The ocean was pleased of how amazing the ship still looked, and how it continued to sail, even with less resistance than before. There was nothing the ship would not tackle, and its loyalty showed through its willingness and endurance. What a wonderful gift the ocean was blessed with. There was no more guilt. The ocean now trusted in the ship’s autonomy. Through its bravery, it gained its own independence.

Chapter 7

The base of the ship withstood the rocky waters in a nice and steady speed. The body of the ship sparkled with delighted sprays of the oceans pool. Every now and again the waters were rough and cruel, but the ship paid it no mind. The ship was now familiar with the ocean and wind’s bipolar impulses to at times break the bond it incurred with life. The ocean and wind’s jealous weights were provided by the inoperable contradictions to their own incapability to experience the weather. The wind and ocean were just fillers of space. Providers to the contrary. They were not takers.

It no longer could be happy for the friend it received several years earlier. The ocean realized it could not control its habits or mannerisms. It embraced its abilities to go with the flow. It further understood the ocean was a gift for the ship. The ship had been commanding their experience with one another the whole time. The ocean only invoked emotion or care because the ship touched its surface, and made it feel.

The ocean felt the sensation of the ship’s caring nature leave. The ship no longer cared about their relationship, or survival. The ship now sailed each day steady with ease. The ship was satisfied and at peace.

Chapter 8

It saw the world. It sailed across the ocean, below the sky, and along the horizon. Every day was a dream come true. The rough seas no longer worried the ship. Every now and again, the sky’s fallen clouds would brush past its stature. Days would pass, while the ship disappeared within its atmosphere. Still the ship would make it through. The ship was proven to have longevity and stood as a great companion for the aged ocean. Although the ship was now aged too, it could never reach the age of the ocean. For the ocean still lived, lived before, and will probably always live. Still the ocean had faith that the ship would be with it till the end.

Chapter 9

Tension built from the excitement and boldness of the ship’s ventures. The ocean submerged its allegiance with the ship. The ship became a universal object, just like its collections. A really big storm was forming. The seabed now rumbled as never before with the ship. For the first time, the ship’s anchor was no match for the rising waves. The ship’s anchor could not steady itself and the waves increased with vigor. Without warning the thousand-foot waves engulfed the ship, swallowing it whole and then regurgitating it out its mouth like a lollipop. The ocean was having fun and enjoyed playing with its lifelong companion. This was the best fun it had in ages, and of course the ship had manifested it all. The uncaring ease of wondrous wonder created the ocean’s tumultuous brandish nature of vengeful quagmire.

The roaring of the ocean was so loud, it could not hear the ship’s moans of pain. It continued to toss and throw the ship against its concreted walls of glass. The loudness of the rumbles shrieked the earth. The ship’s perfect design could not withstand the mystical magic of the ocean’s secrets. It broke. It ripped. It tore. The ship was no longer an object of admiration, loyalty, and gratitude. It was now broken into pieces under the ocean’s weighted build-up of fury and envy.

And when the wind stopped, the waves ceased and the ocean’s surface stood empty, there was nothing to look forward to. The ocean stood in the same place. There was nothing to glide across its surface or leave footprints behind. The ocean felt sad emotions but did not move. The wind had not commanded it to do so. And so, no one could see the ocean’s cry. Although it grew bored of the ship’s panoramas, it expected it to be there. There was nothing left of the ship but its rubbish.

The guilt arrived again, but the ocean could not lash out on itself. There was no need to. For it was not its fault. Neither was it the wind’s. The cause was the trio’s correlation with the fault line in life’s attraction. The ship grew comfortable of its environment, had seen all it could see, and did not care to see anything more. Therefore, the ship had nothing else left to aspire to which led to its demise.

All the ship could ever be, was a figment in time, created by the ocean’s imagination and built to show the seas, the land, the wind, and the fire (sun), the universe could allow all things to visualize and experience the many wonders of the earth. The experience was one of duality embodying survival, meekness, boldness, bravery, imagination, multidirectional, balance, faith, steadiness and longevity. When the ship lost interest in life’s repetitive offerings, it didn’t survive against the ocean’s tsunami. The ship will forever be a story imprinted in the element’s game at life. For everything else is subjected to death.

The ship took solitude in knowing it would never reach the other end of the horizon.

Chapter 9 Alternative Ending

Tension built from the excitement and boldness of the ship’s ventures. The ocean submerged its allegiance with the ship. The ship became a universal object, just like its collections. A really big storm was forming. The seabed now rumbled as never before with the ship. For the first time, the ship’s anchor was no match for the rising waves. The ship’s anchor could not steady itself and the waves increased with vigor. Without warning the thousand-foot waves engulfed the ship, swallowing it whole and then regurgitating it out its mouth like a lollipop. The ocean was having fun and enjoyed playing with its lifelong companion. This was the best fun it had in ages, and of course the ship had manifested it all. The uncaring ease of wondrous wonder created the ocean’s tumultuous brandish nature of vengeful quagmire.

The roaring of the ocean was so loud, it could not hear the ship’s moans of pain. It continued to toss and throw the ship against its concreted walls of glass. The loudness of the rumbles shrieked the earth. The ship’s perfect design could not withstand the mystical magic of the ocean’s secrets. It broke. It ripped. It tore. The ship was no longer an object of admiration, loyalty, and gratitude. A wave crashed smack in the middle of the ships center. A deafening sound of rupture sliced through the center. The swallowing of the swirl tugged the ship under the ocean’s weighted build-up fury and envy.

And when the wind stopped, the waves ceased and the ocean’s surface stood empty, there was nothing to look forward to. The ocean stood in the same place. There was nothing to glide across its surface or leave footprints behind. The ocean felt sad emotions but did not move. The wind had not commanded it to do so. And so, no one could see the ocean’s cry. Although it grew bored of the ship’s panoramas, it expected it to be there with it on the surface.

Now the ship lies beneath, all the way at the bottom resting on the seabed. The ship is unable to move and planted deep in the ocean’s fertile nest. The ocean cannot enjoy the ship’s long-lost luxuries any longer. The ship realizes the length of its power and extinctual existence. The ship acknowledges its potential to the ocean’s mystical magic of the ocean’s secrets.

The ship never thought it could reach the other end of the horizon or travel underneath the ocean’s surface. Now its new home is at the bottom of the ocean.

THE END