Idly leaning against a wooden rail of the pier, the seafaring pirate stares out at the horizon with unfocused eyes while mindlessly swirling his flask.
Just before daybreak, when the sea was at her calmest.. before the ravenous gulls take wing, but only after when the lonely siren’s sing….
Is when the captain’s ocean-blue eyes seek the horizon from aboard his ship, already awake with wonder of what today’s tides may bring.