Plop.
A small droplet of water falls from the large mast of a sailing boat onto a sheet of paper laid on an oak desk which was stationed below the mast, a quill beside the paper. The paper was decorated with faint pinkish flowers in two corners, top left, and bottom right. The written words on the paper dilute from the water, the ink spreading and making the words unreadable.
"Tragic. Though, water never fails to create something beautiful."
A soft voice, sounding like ocean waves hitting a shore in an elegant fashion, spoke to no one in particular. The holder of the voice looked down at the newly formed, unique pattern formed from simply ink and water. A delighted and soft hum escaped her shut lips, grabbing the quill as she dipped it into a small vial of ink, before giving it a small tap.
Drops of ink fell on to the sheet of paper, the droplets spreading out to form a new completely different pattern on the damp sheet, a pattern like no other. A pattern unable to be created again.
"Water. Something so simple, yet it can create so many wonders. Wonders such as this sea of droplets this ship is sailing on.. A simple pool of droplets of water."
The bearer of the voice rose from her seat, only to take slow steps toward the wooden railing of the ship. The woman's strawberry blonde locks flew in the damp gusts of wind, the salty scent of the ocean in front of her filling her senses. She watched as the glistening beams of sunlight glistened against the ocean's surface, the light forming long blurry lines across the small waves.
"Oh, how this sight never ceases to amaze me. Such simple things we take for granted, the sun, the sky, the sea. Everything so marvelous, so simple, yet so wondrous. How the sun glistens against the water, how it forms it's patterns. How the ocean carries a ship across it's waves, how it can sink a ship in a matter of minutes.. Everything so beautiful, as beautiful as simplicity can become."
The woman let her arms cross on the railing, her gaze fully cast out against the ocean. The sight made her lips curl up into a smile, her icy blue eyes scanning the waters, almost as if taking all of its faults into view.
The woman stood back up straight as the waves of the ocean hit against the side of the ship, causing it to falter, the cold and salty water splashing up to only let a few drops rest on the woman's right hand.
Her gaze shifted to the cold and wet feeling on her hand, the smallest of hums escaping her. She let her hand hang off from the railing, the drops slowly sliding together to form a whole. The new droplet ran down her index finger, only to fall back down to its rightful home.
"Back where you belong, droplet. Back into the ocean tainted with the wrecks of the sea, wrecks of men and ships alike. Such a tragic reality of the brutal ocean, so beautiful and full of grace, yet so dangerous and full of the past decks of ships."
Her gaze did not falter from the dark blue ocean below her, the foamed waves swaying the boat from side to side. A bemused smile escaped her, her smile remaining on her lips as she stared out into the distance.
"The ocean. So beautiful, and oh so brutal. Pure beauty."
