C is for Crafts
Rising from the depths, the glowing orbs illuminated the sea as brightly as the mid-day sun.
The sea had been particularly calm that evening. Gentle waves lapped at the side of the boat as we watched the magnificent sunset. Bright oranges, yellows, greens and golds flared across the horizon. It was an evening topped with good company and a flavorful bottle of wine.
We had been saving the wine for just a evening event as this. Leaning against back in my deck chair, the warm breezes on my face, I truly felt Heaven couldn't be better. The contented expressions on my companions faces told the same story; contentment. We had worked hard the past few days, moving this lovely yacht to its new location for its new owner. We had jotted down all the little “idiosyncrasies” we’d found for the new owner’s mechanic to check out. Now we had our reward.
The sun’s last ray dipped below the horizon allowing the stars to simply pop. Leaning back, we took turns pointing out the various constellations. Their glittering may have been what delayed our noticing the ocean coming alive.
“Waterway Transportation” is the name of our company. We have moved everything from small sailing vessels to tankers, up and down the coast. No, I no longer even own my own water vessel. (have to be careful, the difference between boats and ships is considerable to my clients) If the vessel is large enough, we load our Harley’s. If it isn’t we fly back to our base. Each of us has a different base, it all depends on where your family lives. That’s base. But, I digress….
The twinkling from beneath the waves appeared to be rising faster than we anticipated and was going to surface all around us.
Derrek was the first to notice. “Squid.” He said matter-of-factly. We each took turns guessing at which bioluminescent creature would be rising to the surface to feed. “Jelly fish” , “Red Tide”, “Atolla”, each of us shouted out something different. Mind you, we certainly aren’t scientists but after a few years on the water you get so you have seen quite a bit and not too much startles us.
After a short lull, Lenny then hollered out, “The elusive pyrosome!” We all looked at him. “Just happy I remembered it’s name…”
“What?!” We each blurted in unison. Our boat began to rock. The waves became a stronger and higher and the gentle lapping was no longer. They burst from the water, as a child would blow bubbles through a wand. Dozens and dozens of them. We each stood motionless, caught in the moment. Filled with awe, our mouths dropped open as we watched their ascent.
It began as a whisper, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.” With each utterance it became louder and louder, until Derrek was screaming. Screaming as he was drawn upward into the now airborne craft.