It is the mourning after the day before.
There is a vacant berth at the quayside in the harbour.
The Taurean is missing
Whereas yesterday was destructive in its wake with strong gusts of wind and torrential downfall of rain, today is infinitely calm.
A local reporter is quick to the scene. He senses a sensational story
The local reporter can ask all the questions he wants but he will not get the answers he yearns for
I was once he, inquisitive, curious, fresh, ambitious, determined, brazen questing fame but I charter a different course now.
Freedom is a wonderful thing and you can only really know what it is once you have removed yourself from all the shackles which are placed upon you in a lifetime.
As a human or as a boat, you are as one.
In life, you do not choose where you want to go but the place inexplicably chooses you and you must allow fate rather than faith to blindly lead you..
Now I am totally free to go wherever I wish to go, with whoever I choose, whenever I choose and in whatever form I choose. There are no perameters.
Believe me, I am a vessel at peace.
It was many years ago that I left my homeland and sailed to foreign pastures thousands of miles away to a place with a different culture and set of customs alien to anything I had previously experienced.
I have been accepted within the community of the harbour more for heritage and privilege than sociality because the locals boast of having an Englander in their midst.
We refer in life to baggage and I carry a burdensome cargo of three marriages and four children. This is where my journey took me. I can thank my lucky stars that I was blessed.
The woman who reported my disappearance yesterday to the local constabulary, has returned to the scene and is questioned by the reporter.
The bouquet of flowers she lay at the scene yesterday at day-break has long been blown away.
The odd thing is that she can still see the Taurean at its moorings.
The reality is that her vision is not shared by others.
That which has perished is still with the living world and has become an onlooker to the mourning of its passing.
If a man can be a ghost, then why not a boat?
The woman loved the Taurean with all her heart and soul, offering humble sacifice in the knowledge that her rewards in so doing would never be just or tangible.
She sailed on the Taurean more times than she will ever wish to divulge. She was his mistress in every imaginable sense.
Her children know not. It was a well-kept secret. For harmony sake.
How ironic is it that I cannot swim and that I have had a fear of deep water all my life.
To be therefore a boat upon the ocean waters of the planet, there can be no greater contrast.
Or indeed any greater legacy.
Sixty years is a lifetime. Photographs, letters,documents and a family tree are testimony to that fact and the marinology of life itself.
The realization is that my journey in life has not ended but that it has just begun.
The Taurean has entered a realm of eternal freedom and peace.
So much for the Mourning.