A Girl And her Fish, pt II.

(February 26th)

First part is right hurr: http://leiablogsalot.blogspot.com/2010/02/girl-and-her-fish-part-1-d.html

As I pushed the well-built raft against the mildly calm waves, I was glad that it wasn’t windy out that day or else the sea would’ve been rough, and I still wasn’t used to rocky seas. I hopped onto the raft once I was in deep enough waters and grabbed the oars on each side and started to row. So many thoughts rushed through my brain, especially my father. Mother always told me the grand stories of his sailing days, and how she went on trips with him out to sea to explore the magical blue world below. Oh, how she wanted to be one of those fish swimming under my father’s boat without a care in the world. That was why I gave her a proper burial in the sea, it’s what she wanted.

As I thought about Dad, I wondered if he was alright. Did he have enough food to survive? What about fresh water? Or what if he found Atlantis and was being taken care of by beautiful creatures that I have always dreamed of. What if I found him, though? How could I tell him that Mother died? He loved her so much, according to Mother. I remember one time, a glass bottle floated up to sea and held a note inside, along with a few pearls for decoration. And all the note said was,

“To my dearest,

There is no need to fret. I will be home before you know it.”

But that was years ago, and who knows where it came from? But all I knew was that someone out there was missing someone.

Just like my father’s target fish. I’ve heard stories that this legendary fish seemed to be searching for something, and would not reveal itself until it found what it was looking for. So as I would look for Dad, I would also keep an eye out for his fish. It would what he would want. Would have wanted– no.He’s not dead, my mind reminded me, and I quickly nodded to myself to never give up hope. It’s what kept my mission strong, and would keep me alive. That was the unfortunate thing about my dear mum, she just simply gave up hope. But I had to carry on for her, for I knew she would never give up on me. And even if she would give up, I couldn’t think about that or else I would meet her in the Heavens below the surface. It’s just not my time yet.