Wednesday, June 30, 2010
By the June Moon (Part 2 of 3)
Fourteen miles out.
Cold waters flowed south, and the warm steamed north. Two currents snarled and fought.
In the vast turbulence, clouds of sand ribboned, and peaks of water licked the wind. Crabs scrambled to the leeward side of the shoals.
A lone tern banked and teetered in the breeze.
Wings flapped, and feet curled on the leaning tip of mast.
Below the water, the deck of a sailing ship washed and foamed, broken in two. Fourteen miles away.
No one was left to cry out. Or to see.
After storms without a beacon.
(Photo: It's still going on as I post this. Thunderstorms sliding out to sea. As for the Where's Jason challenge, some clues are in this one!)