Alfred Salt To The Sea Novels & Stories

~ “Why not?” ~In my time here in Foserense, I have yet to find an ocean or a large deposit of saltwater.~ “Where did you get your salt then?” ~Underground.~ “Salt mines?” ~No, ____.~ “What?” David takes out a piece of paper and writes on it. “Brine pools? Wait… don’t brine pools only appear on the seafloor?” David smiles. He’s impressed that Elizabeth knows that.

I said. He let out a genuine laugh and reached across the table to take my hand as the sun began to turn the sea into a sheet of liquid gold. We spent the next hour talking about the most mundane things like the color of the local pottery and the way the sea birds seemed to follow the fishing boats every evening. The corporate world felt like a distant and dusty memory that had no place in the vibrant and salty air of our Amalfi sanctuary.

Sarah said, and Alfred walked away. When Alfred got to his room, he moved closer to the wardrobe and removed a green polo shirt, a white singlet and a pair of black trousers. He moved closer to the bed, clutching the clothing. “Alfred, you can’t be feeling tired and sleepy at this time of the day. C’mon, you have to dress up,” Alfred muttered and hit his head. He undressed and was putting on only a pair of brown boxer shorts. Alfred clutched the green polo shirt on the bed and wore it.

“Until you are strong enough to use those tiny legs of yours, you are going to remain in my bed, I am going to feed you and bathe you.” I cringe from the embarrassment, Ethan is a moron, a big moron! I turned away from him, slamming my head against the pillow, hoping he would go out. “Doctor Alfred would be here anytime soon.” He announced and I felt my ears perch up. “There are some examinations he has to do since you consumed an ungodly amount of seawater.” “I see…” Even though I don’t remember drinking seawater, I must be crazy to attempt to kill myself in the most stupid way possible. But I didn’t want to ask Ethan as well, because he didn’t know how I ended up consuming them.

No people watching my every move, Just the sound of the sea, stretching far and endless before me. Godfrey stood beside me, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he enjoyed the view. “See you like it,* he blurted out. “The sea air is good for you, good for resting.” “Is this a way of rubbing it on my face that you were right?” I chuckled, turning my head to him. *I can't say I wasn't trying to rub it off,” he said, giving me a wink. “You need to learn I am always right.”

The storm that night was terrifying for everyone out at sea, including Theodor and his dad, Carl. "Pull up the nets! Don't let the waves cut them loose and take the fish we've caught tonight! Secure the anchor and use all your strength!" Carl yelled amid the rain and flashes of lightning, accompanied by the roar of waves that seemed like they would crush their boat in one sweep.

"That's... new." "When in Rome," Carson said, accepting a drink from a passing server. "Or when at the beach, I suppose." I tried a sip of his drink. Sweet and tropical with a hint of salt that somehow made everything taste more intense. "What is this?" "Passion fruit and coconut rum, with a touch of sea salt," Alpha Clearwater explained. "Local specialty. The salt water enhances the flavors." "It's delicious. Very... oceany." "There's that word again," Carson said with a grin.

"It's time Alicia, Are you Ready!" Alvarez stoic voice jerked me out of my thoughts while I tilted my gaze towards him and smiled as I saw his green glowing eyes. A warm feeling encircled round my body as my eyes glowed while I smiled as I stared into the Sea, it's like I was dreaming, the once Black sea which seem unpenetratable was now glowing, it's like my eyes were seeing things, the sea was glowing, I could now see through it, like I could literally see everything underneath the glowing Ocean.

Those had voices of their own and didn’t need our help. At the airport road, we hung a right and slid onto the coastal highway, the sea at our elbow like an old uncle who knows better but can’t resist telling you what it used to be like when salt altered men’s faces instead of too many drinks. The light dropped into gold with the practiced ease of a thief who has been forgiven too often.

4:56PM I came back at Hue's place where we always stay. It's his family's beach house and It's my favorite place to be. In front of it is the sea with waves like a roller of gem-blue that travels through the white sand and at the sides of the house is the numerous coconut trees. But apart from being a breathaking and tranquil paradise is the innumerable memories that I cannot trade for anything in this world. The memories with my two best friends. That's all I could treasure.