My father once told me that the sea always gives back what it takes.
I didn’t believe him when it took my brother. The skies turned black and the winds blew vicious, even on land. I could only imagine what it was like on sea. We would never know, for no one that day returned.
The dark days of storms became my fears, but it was the sea a blamed the most. If it hadn’t been there, it would have been a simple storm. What could happen on land that one couldn’t weather? What could happen on land that we couldn’t stand against?
Why did my brother want to go out to sea?
My father continued to believe that the sea would give him back, but I knew better. I glared out at the sea and knew so much better.