The Mariner

Part two

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           With the tugboat anchored firmly to the dockside, he barged in the house. His arms felt heavy, the colour drained from his face and he was barely breathing. His daughter rushed to greet him but stopped dead in her tracks, gawking at the pale shadow that used to be her father. The wife followed soon after and embraced the child firmly, with tears pushing their way out. Falling down on his knees, the mariner mustered the remainder of his strength to reassure them he is no ghost, but in fact still very much alive, and begged them for food and water. Continue reading The Mariner