Long Time No Sea Novels & Stories

None of it seemed important. The sea stretched endlessly before her. Blue and silver. Sunlight dancing across the surface. Waves rolled toward shore in long white lines. The horizon seemed impossible. A place where sky and water simply decided to become one. No walls. No borders. No ending. Just the distance. More distance than she'd ever seen in her life. The sea didn't look large. It looked infinite. Selene forgot to breathe. Forgot to blink. Forgot everything except staring. The sound she'd heard earlier reached them clearly now. The countless waves. Endlessly arriving. Endlessly retreating. The rhythm of something ancient. Something that had existed long before kingdoms or before crowns.

Time inside this suite becomes something viscous and cruel. Minutes stretch like hours. I no longer know if thirty minutes or three hours have passed since the door closed with that final click. The digital clock on the nightstand reads 23:47, but the black sea beyond the panoramic windows offers no clues. Only the constant rocking of the Noel Imperial reminds me that we are in the open ocean, far from everything and everyone.

On the deck of the cruise ship, a man in a white suit leaned on the railing, his sharp eyes hidden behind sunglasses, staring fixedly at the boundless sea. At that moment, an umbrella was held over his head. Holding the umbrella, Adam stood behind Rory and said, "The sun is intense at sea. If we stay under it too long, we'll all turn black." Rory impatiently removed his sunglasses and looked at Adam with cold eyes. "How much longer until we reach the shore?" Adam checked the time and replied, "We still have seven to eight hours at sea. We'll dock at night." Rory furrowed his brow. They were already very close to Bay Island. Why did they have to wait for such a long time?

I move towards the firepit and it is dying in heat. “When did they leave?” I ask as I look around, trying to find anything that will tell me. “Not long after Poseidon brought her back. They have been gone for thirteen hours.” He says. I nod as I hang my head in shame as I walk past him. “Where did they go?” I ask as I turn and look at him, fighting the pain in my chest and the sting of my tears threatening to spill. “I don’t know. I can’t contact Asteria. I can’t trace her. Poseidon made sure of it.” He says and I nod my head and turn to walk away.

Thankfully there's a game on, and Rob gets sucked into it. I take a blanket out to the small balcony and curl up in a chair to watch the small section of the gulf coast off in the distance. I love the smell of the ocean. It smells like home and memories of the coast of Myrtle Beach, of beach days with my friends and family. Days at the oceanfront arcade hanging as a teen and riding on the back of Brodie's motorcycle to the inlet. Boat rides down the waterway to spend the day partying on bird island. Brodie is in so many memories. We were always together, and everyone thought it would always be that way, including me.

They really were experts at creating pollution-emotional pollution, at least for anyone single. Meanwhile, Brown in the back seat turned to stare out the window, then closed his eyes. 'Why does this trip feel so long? When are we finally going to arrive...?' ... After a long, drama-filled trip, they finally arrived at a villa on a small island. To get there, they had to cross the sea by speedboat-only about seven to ten minutes. As soon as the boat docked at the tiny pier, the villa's grand structure came into view. They went inside for a short while, but it wasn't long before they headed out again-Livia had already started whining to see the sea and the scenery around the villa.

--- There's only 10 minutes left before 6. Everyone has changed their clothes, after more than an hour of swimming in the sea. Good thing they used sunscreen, so they didn't burned their skin, If you ask where I am. I'm just here on the seashore and sitting, waiting for the sun to set down. And as I waited for the sun to set I couldn’t help but think. It's about my past, the present, and the future of me.

FJORDHAVEN Part I - The Edge of Silence The North Sea resembled brushed steel, unbroken except for their vessel’s narrow wake. Forty hours without port; the hull groaned each time a wave slapped against it. Evelyn kept to the forward deck whenever she couldn’t bear confinement. Salt coated her lips; wind tore phrases from her thoughts before she found words for them. She stared into grey mist where horizon blurred to infinity and thought, This is what code looks like when you’re inside it-endless recursion, no origin point, no end.

"It's okay, Claire. I'll just use this towel." She couldn't help but notice what she heard. That was probably the longest twenty-minute trip they had. Fortunately, it was easier for them to sail because the weather and the sea were calm. She felt like she was going to stiffen her neck because she barely moved her neck for fear of looking at the two. Claire still doesn't stop worrying as if she hasn't seen Kyle in a long time.

York stopped thumbing through the book, gave a nod, and said, "That would've been fine before, but not now." "Why's that?" Liam's patience was wearing thin, and he pressed for an answer. York arched an eyebrow, gave Liam a meaningful look, and casually continued to peruse the book. "The seas are treacherous right now. The route to Wraith Island is anything but calm—it's not the time to be sailing." Liam exchanged a glance with Jeffrey, who quickly picked up on his urgency. "York, how long until we can take to the sea?" "Three days."