“Where would you land us?” Nimie asked.
“I would land you and Loimi in Java.”
“Okay, I have to tell you something.”
“Yes, tell me Limie.”
“Can you look up from the papers please?”
“Of course I can, but just give me a minute.” His left index finger went up in the air.
Limie pulled out a chair and sat on it on the opposite end. It was the Captain’s room and through the glasses Limie noticed that the Sea looked somewhat different perhaps, a little raised or affected.
“Yes, tell me.” He raised his head from a pile of papers upon which he placed his muscular hands instead of a paper weight.
“Why does the Sea look like this from here?”
Golmak looked out of the window. He got up from his seat and went closer to the window.
“Ohhh yes, ohh yes, call Loimi inside fast.” His voice expressed urgency and his pitch was high.
“Why? What is it?”
“Run Limie, run for your life. It could be anything, a Tsunami also.”
He was on the steering wheel. Then he went to a small machine and looked through a pair of lenses. He could see not only far with it but also below the water through the lenses. Through the pair of lenses, he could not only look on the surface but also underneath the waters; thanks to his years of work as a lens maker in a shipping factory, for ten years taught him to make powerful lenses like this one on his ship.
“Yes, I was right. Hahahahaha. I was right. Bring Loimi inside.” He was now going back to the table. He filled up a cup with water and quickly devoured it.
Loimi was lagging behind her mother. Her constant repetitive words and her repulsive forces were making it difficult for Limie to pull her into the cabin.
“Come with me. Your body is giving way but your mind is not, leave your mind and listen to mother.” Limie was screaming. Even Limie had not witnessed anything as such ever.
Finally both were inside and Limie locked the latch.
“What is it mother? Just answer this simple question please.” Loimi was still persistent.
“Look at the Sea.” Limie indicated with her finger.
But then there was already a tall sleek man who was now moving towards them. He passed the glass as though it did not exist and went straight to Limie.
The man had a very thin, almost membranous layer over his skin and it looked like a loose skin wrapped on the face. He was almost ten feet tall and he was touching the roof of the vessel.
“Hello Limie.” He smiled.
Refer to The Story of the World, the Sand and the Snow- Chapter XII
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
When not writing, she can be found reciting poetries in poetry clubs, teaching kids the art of poetry, and reading avidly. You could visit her website and chat with her on Instagram.
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