Chapter 200: Special places
A historical site that held a dear place in Silas’ heart... Arabella counted breath after breath until her eyes would finally land on this special spot.
The ship sang louder than its sailors and the wind did not shirk its responsibilities. On the contrary, it held its end of the deal, blowing against the sails with such force that the floating wooden body glided upon the serene water surface with great ease.
Sunlight kissed everything beneath it, including Arabella’s skin, earning the young woman the coziest yet most comfortable of senses.
As wide as the space held by the ship carrying her weight gobbled in her awed eyes, none of it mattered for its size held no candle to the lake it braved, carving a fading trail that momentarily shattered the peace of the loch.
Everything around tugged at her attention unshakably. Nothing allowed her lips to close or the dust in her mind to settle, not even for a second, not the vanishing horizon line that mingled with the lake, not the glistening, salty water that foamed against the ship and even less so, the constant wincing and groaning along with the occasional, measured cracks its wood hollered, lulling her mind into a riveting sense of security.
"How are you feeling?" the familiar voice came from the side, from a presence that had entirely been eclipsed in her buzzing mind.
"I am feeling blissful and blessed to live through such a day," her eyes fluttered in Silas’ direction.
"Are you not dizzy?" he asked in the gentlest of tones.
Arabella wondered whether it was his efforts to sound that way or if his edges were softened when put against the remorseless roaring of everything in the backdrop.