A stormy night
It was a stormy night, the wind blew past the houses in a frenzy as rain lashed down upon the lands, Elijah saw his father running past his room, quickly trying to get to the door, his mother following slowly behind.
"Where're you going?!" He heard his mom call out to his father, his hand stopped at the knob to look back at her, his emerald blue eyes filled with panic yet he took the time to speak.
"Gerald's out there, I can't just leave him be, not when he's fishing on the waters!" Before she could sway him, the man had already taken his leave, slamming the door behind him causing her to flinch.
Elijah peeked out of his room as this was all happening, a determined look on his face.
"Come on, damned thing!" His father struggled with the storm sail of a small boat at the docks, the wind thrashing the thing in his face repeatedly, over and over without end, he closed his eyes as it would relentlessly flap in front of him, but soon it stopped.
"It's all set!" He heard a familiar cry, looking up to see his son setting up the sail.
"What're you doing here? You should go home!" He shouted, the wind roaring over his words, rivaling him in the midst of the storm.
His son looked back at him, with a both worried and determined expression.
"No one should go out to sea alone!" He declared over the raging winds.
His father stops at his words, his mouth slightly agape, but soon nods with a reluctant and weak smile.
"Okay, kid."
Elijah smiles, victorious before pulling the halyard for the boat, and securing the sail, his father watched on as his son set up the ship before releasing the rope that would set them off into the sea.
The waves carried the two across the seas, the waves thrashing against the boat as they both tetter from side to side, hanging on for dear life. Their knowledge was few and far between but the situation remained dire.
His father looked out to the path ahead of them though the path was unclear, it was all a foggy mess of rain and waves.
"Elijah, I need you to grab the rudder!" His father shouted from the front.
"I may not know much but I know just the thing to deal with these situations."
His son nodded, his hand grasping the rudder as firmly as he could,
"Now steer to the waves at an angle, estimate between 30 to 45!"
His son nodded again, turning to rudder to his estimation, it was a hard turn, and he often struggled with turning it, his eyes were shut as it fought back, gritting his teeth under the pressure of the waves. The cold was unbearable, his muscles felt stiff, and his clothes soaked.
His father would shout instructions, along with words of encouragement to the young lad, his grip tightening even harder against the raging waters.
It was a drawn-out process, the waters seemed to have calmed a bit, he looked to his father, his mouth agape in disbelief at what happened, his old man carrying the same look as they both grinned, new hope being found in the dark blue waves.
Though the waters were calmer, it was far from calm, trashing against the boat with all its might.
"We might actually make it!" Elijah laughed, looking up to his father once more, to see his gaze fixated behind him, his pupils dilating in horror at the sight.
Elijah hardly had time to think as a sudden wet coldness lashed against his back, crushing the boat beneath them.
Water ran up his nose and his vision went blurry, the cold depths of the water below them taking both him and his father.
He watched, his father slowly descending into the depths right by his side, however, his consciousness had long since faded.
He wanted to reach out, reach out to his dad but he couldn't move, the cold had rendered him useless… as he sunk to the bottom.
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The storm had cleared and the sky returned to its beautiful cyan color, the waves ever stilled once more.
The sound of washing waves filled the ears of the young boy as he washed up ashore, the beach sand uncomfortably coarse on his skin, alas he lacked the strength to move.
"Who's that?" He heard faint voices talking around him, tiny hands grabbing and poking at his face.
"Is he dead?" A small girl no older than five, muttered in his conscious presence, looking up at the other girl, she had short red hair that framed her face like a portrait, drawing attention to her sea blue gaze that sparkled just as much as the sea in the sun.
"No, he's still breathing." She muttered, lifting the boy up from one side, though she struggled a bit.
"Help me carry him, Kaka," The little girl nodded and helped carry him, though the process was not the smooth cause of their height difference, it was manageable.
"Huh…" Elijah finally opened his eyes as tired as he may be.
"Where… am I?" His questions held no answers in return, quickly going into a quick slumber once more.
"Where's….Dad—" The two girls looked a bit saddened by his current state, a soft sigh escaping Kaka's lips.
"Where're we taking him, Fiona? The hospital?" She pondered, her childish innocence shining through her words.
"Our home should be more than enough, Dad'll take care of him," Fiona stated, "He seemed to have been through the wringer but there's no sign of injury, although—"
There was a long pause in her sentence, Kaka looked up at her, a confused look on her face.
"Although?" She continued, urging her to continue her sentence.
"Although, I'm more worried about his mental state—"
The waves formed an ambiance in the background, the soft call of seagulls as they flew over the island.
"I mean, you heard it, didn't you? He was calling for his dad,"
Kaka looked at the boy they were carrying, her gaze filled with pity and sorrow.
"Yeah— I heard."