Late season snow flurries on the salt air. End of May on the North Atlantic.
Standing alone on the wharf. Left blowing in the wind. Waiting for a sailor to come up top and greet me.
Smiling eyes finally arrive.
Invited to come aboard. A gentleman’s hand extended to help a lady onto the deck.
Brought up to the bridge. Given the queen’s tour of the ship.
Not just anyone is allowed on board, you see. “Only good-lookin’ ladies.”
Admiring the view of the harbour from the pilothouse — as well as the view of the Captain’s dimples when he smiles.
Talking and talking; taken in by those bright blue, dancing eyes. Feeling the earth shift as the planets align.
Finally walking away; back on land and into the regular world. Feeling validated from behind the fences of the Restricted Area.
A magical afternoon, with promises of more time together that evening.
The Queen’s Tour
05 Jul 2012 Leave a comment
in Love Story, Writing Tags: Captain, North Atlantic, quarterdeck, Romance, saltwater, sea, snow