kai silva 👑 [aragorn] (arnor) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2019-03-25 20:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, r * laura, r: kai silva |
WHO: Kai Silva
WHEN: sometime during spring break
WHERE: THE BEACH IN GEORGIA
SUMMARY: Kai's enjoying the sand and remembers an adventure Aragorn had.
The sand was warm under his feet, and Kai wriggled his toes into it, feeling himself sink down a little until they were covered. He closed his eyes and tipped his head towards the sun. A salty ocean breeze drifted off the waves and tousled his hair, swept deep into his lungs, tickled every inch of exposed skin. This was what he’d been wanting, so badly, ever since Evan mentioned driving down to Savannah. Beaches weren’t far from his doorstep back home, but San Francisco was hardly ever warm like this was. There would be fog and a cold wind whipping up the coast, and the water was never warm enough to swim in. Tybee Island was all sunshine and easy smiles. It was weight off his shoulders and it was love all around him. He turned, planning on telling Francis that he found the perfect spot for their towels, but instead of seeing the beach stretched out in front of him, Kai caught a glimpse of the bow of a wooden ship and endless ocean in every direction. His crew was at ease; they did not anticipate arriving on the outskirts of Umbar for days still. To them, Thorongil seemed just as suited for the helm of a ship as he did for the saddle. If they’d asked him, he would have traded in the unpredictability of the water for the security of a horse beneath him, but he wasn’t going to let them know. They trusted him -- he’d earned it, from his time serving King Thengel of Rohan and the steward of Gondor, Ecthelion II. He wasn’t about to give them any reason to doubt him now, not when they had such a perilous task ahead of them. The corsairs were no laughing matter. They’d plagued the southern provinces for years, their strength growing in surprising speed. He had his hunches about why that was, but no proof as of yet. Gondor couldn’t afford to allow them to continue to wreak havok, however. Their southern borders were vulnerable, and if one province fell to the corsairs, others might follow. The job fell to him -- few people had seen and heard the things he had, and few people could be convinced that his instincts were right. It didn’t bother him. He knew what he knew, and he knew he would show them the truth of it one way or another. The plan was simple: they would dock their ships in a hidden cove and travel the rest of the way on foot, quiet as mice. Their enemies’ boats would burn in the harbor under the cover of night, and he would find the Captain of the Haven himself. By the time anyone noticed what was happening, it would be too late. But until then, he would try to enjoy the boundless blue sky, the salt spray, the calls of birds as they followed the ship, looking for scraps. When Kai opened his eyes again, he was back on the beach on Tybee Island. The voices of Aragorn’s crew had been replaced by the laughter of his friends. He’d worried, on and off, about Aragorn’s life and its implications on his own, but when he was surrounded by these friends, this family he’d chosen for himself, all those worries disappeared like mist in the wind. Whatever he saw, wherever Aragorn went -- he could still forge his own path. |