there's an ocean in my body
there's a river in my soul
Dusk had turned the sky over the ocean a lovely mix of purple and orange and for the first time in a while, Sam was having a walk free of worry, for the most part. There were, of course, the usual doubts and concerns floating through his mind (and every few steps, the healing scar of Wessex's attack tugged against his skin), but he found he was able to look out to the ocean, the reflection of the waning sun turning the waves furthest away a deep gold, and smile.
Finally, he realised he'd made it to a bit of shore he did not often visit and from the lack of footprints in the unbroken dry sand, it seemed that no one else had in a while either. Humming to himself, Sam turned to look back at Haulani: visible, the lights in the night making it easy to navigate back to, so he decided to go on. Eventually he came to some shallow rock pools and sat by the side of one to glimpse in.
With only a couple of small crabs and colourful fish, it wasn't all that interesting and Sam's attention returned again to the sea, and his humming began anew. It wasn't long before he began to whisper words, then look around to make sure no one was there: it had been a while since he'd sung, and he found it oddly appealing in the moment. Closing his eyes, he softly sang out to the sea, a song he'd once read in a book:
Oh have you heard the news, my Johnny?
One more day!
We're homeward bound tomorrow,
One more day!
Only one more day, my Johnny
Only one more day!
Oh rock and row me over,
One more day!
Finally, he realised he'd made it to a bit of shore he did not often visit and from the lack of footprints in the unbroken dry sand, it seemed that no one else had in a while either. Humming to himself, Sam turned to look back at Haulani: visible, the lights in the night making it easy to navigate back to, so he decided to go on. Eventually he came to some shallow rock pools and sat by the side of one to glimpse in.
With only a couple of small crabs and colourful fish, it wasn't all that interesting and Sam's attention returned again to the sea, and his humming began anew. It wasn't long before he began to whisper words, then look around to make sure no one was there: it had been a while since he'd sung, and he found it oddly appealing in the moment. Closing his eyes, he softly sang out to the sea, a song he'd once read in a book:
Oh have you heard the news, my Johnny?
One more day!
We're homeward bound tomorrow,
One more day!
Only one more day, my Johnny
Only one more day!
Oh rock and row me over,
One more day!
if I see a sign in the sky tonight
No one's gonna tell me it's a trick of the light
SAMuEL
