The Sea

By Alec Addicott

Whoosh… Whoosh… The sea lulled itself to sleep, and the sun was setting. A seagull flew through the air, calling in its harsh voice. Suddenly, a great eagle swooped down and grabbed a fish from the blue, dark, threatening mirror that was the sea. A drop of dark blood fell from the wounded fish and landed by the waves.
Tom suddenly sat up. He had been sleeping for well over half the day. The sun had already set, and the night sky was sprinkled with stars. He could see lights in the distance that pinpointed the location of the small town. He thought he could hear the braying of whales under the dark turquoise waves, which told a story he could not possibly understand.

He watched as the last fishing boats beached themselves on the shore by the town. The sand felt coarse and rough under his bare back. As he sifted through the grains, he could practically hear small, unintelligible voices emanating from the tiny pebbles. A gull swooped and dived through the air, squawking to its heart’s content. As he stared, a gigantic eagle dove and caught a fish from the surface of the ocean. It cried in a yell of victory and flew away to its unseen nest in the cliffs above.

Finally, he fell asleep listening to the gentle waves glide in and out.