It was a chorus of mensâ voices low and melodic, singing an old shanty to create a rhythm while they worked. The harmonic rolled across the ocean, cutting through the cold night air like the bow of the boat was cutting through the waves. Each syllable held and sung in tune with each careful maneuver as knots were tied, ropes tightened and sails secured. While the sun had long set and night had blanketed the sea, the work of the sailors carried on. And so they sang;
In Dublinâs fair city, where girls are so pretty
âTwas there that I first met sweet Molly Malone
She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying, âcockels and mussels alive, alive-oâ
Alive, alive-o, alive, alive-o
Crying, âcockels and mussels alive, alive-oâ
She was a fishmonger, but sure âtwas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow through streets broad and narrowâŠ
She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Strong arms carried him up the rope ladder wrapped around the mast, a fishing knife held tight between his teeth. While the air was cold, and sea spray colder, he wore no jacket. The long sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up to stay out of the way. Years on the water had built up immunity to the elements, and the singing kept his mind off of anything that would have otherwise bothered him. Aedan reached to pull himself up the last ring and everything went vertical.
For reasons unknown The Lady Miseryâs starboard rose, tilting opposite end into the sea. The ocean roared up, spilling over the side and across the deck, and sweeping crew into the waters as it receded. Their screams were lost to the swell. It was all Aedan could do to hold on, having lost his barring, being tossed about. The ship righted herself, but it was too late. The sea was a dangerous mistress and sheâd already claimed half the crew. Hazel eyes looked down, frantically searching for anyone else but all they could see was the raging fire from spilled oil lamps. It was hopeless. She was ablaze, and they were sinking, and they were far from land.
Abandon ship, he thought but no words would escape his lips. Aedan dove into the freezing waters of the ocean. No matter how many years of immunity he had built up, it didnât compare to the chill that swept him to the bone. The waters were dark. The sky was dark. It all blurred. Everything was cold. It stole the breath right from his lungs. Aedan couldnât tell where was air or water, up or down. And then, slowly, his consciousness faded to black as well.
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Dawn broke. Eyelids, sore and already closed, clenched tighter. The feeling of the tides still rolled over him, the crashing of the waves still pounding in his ears, but none of it was real. The sand beneath his body, everywhere, that was real. The salt had sucked all the moisture out of his skin. He gasped, opening his eyes to a world so much brighter than he remembered. He was lost. He was dreaming. He had no idea what was going on. And then the events from the previous night came flooding back. The sailorâs heart clenched, pained at the memory of The Lady Misery capsizing. Heâd told them it was unlucky of name a ship with thirteen letters but those bastards didnât listen.
He forced himself to get up, to move, to gain his barring. It was impossible to guess where he was; there hadnât been any land on the charter near the shipâs path. The storm could have taken him anywhere. Debris littered the beach mixed with seaweed and shells, right up to the forest line. There was no sign of life. Throat dry, Aedan called out;
âAhoy! Hello! Anybody?â But he really didnât expect a reply.