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Island
Far across the sea, a green isle crowns the blue. Visions of the wealth within, and longings to feel true again.
Sitting on the deck— salt mist upon the crew— we chased our glorious treasures and the legends sailors claim are true.
The laughter drowned the waves as seasickness claimed its due. Upon the briny peaks we lost more souls than any crew should lose.
Some drifted off to dreaming when glimpsing nearer shores. Still others pressed ahead, weathering the brackish storm.
The boat was tossed and turned like a child’s forgotten toy. And from the clouds of darkness rose another ship—our decoy.
A vessel brimming with the prize that lured some to demise. But steering past temptation, my gaze stayed on the rise—
for there, through fog and distance, waited the island all along.
I landed on its shores and disembarked heavily, searching for the treasure I was certain waited for me.
Hidden in the island’s heart, deep beneath the dirt, I dug until I found a chest and brushed away the earth.
The lid resisted once, then opened with a sigh. No gold. No jewels. Not a single coin inside.
Only dust and a torn scrap: “Look inward.” The waves answered as if they had been saying it all along.