Wednesday, June 30, 2010

By the June Moon (Part 2 of 3)

Fourteen miles.

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.

In 1870.

(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!)


Tabitha Bird said...

Love that picture. Thunderstorms are amazing. As long as you are not the boat with foam waves crashing over you.

SzélsőFa said...

great photo, great hints;)
i spend some of my free time google-ing. i have already read many interesting things about... hum.. almost everything. :)))

SzélsőFa said...

Buxton, NC?
just a-guessing.

Anonymous said...

Tabitha, amen to that. I was thinking the same thing last night.

Szelsofa, oh yes, you were certainly hard at work. AND YOU GOT IT!! Excellent work. What a sleuth!! (Move over Sherlock Holmes.) The final part will feature the Hatteras Light and will tie up the little story.

SzélsőFa said...

the lighthouse!
*popping about with joy*

Oddyoddyo13 said...

It must be so COOL there-all the storms and such...

Raj said...

thunderstorms are like energizers aren't they?

Felicity Grace Terry said...

If I close my eyes, I can hear the storm. Very powerful, I enjoyed this post.

Mona said...

:( I wouldn't know...even with the clues about warm & cold water moving northwards and southwards...