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Over wide open seas they sailed. It wasn’t far to the land, but the time had already begun to ebb away as they made their way home.
Pete did the boogie and made Yasmin laugh, but the party was winding up and the sun was going down. Soon it would be time for them to call it a day, their hands finding their way up to their mouths to signify their need of sleep.
It was Sam who finally called the time and they worked their way down the stairs and into the small cabin area. Though it was basic, the cabin held everything they could have wanted and kept itself pretty warm away from the chills outside.
The dark took hold fairly quickly, and the crew felt icy shivers over their bodies as if the dark had run fingers across their spines. It was only a matter of time before they would fall asleep now, something waited for that moment.
The Winter had made the sailing difficult. It wasn’t very often that this particular crew found themselves together anyway, but winter always held them off from their adventures. This year the only chance to get out and about was the end of December, which, for anyone else would have been unthinkable. But for Yasmin, Sam and Pete it was a chance to escape from the constant pressure of coupling and finding themselves with unwanted family occasion. Sam found it the hardest. His wife had died three years earlier and he had no parents or children to visit on Christmas day. Only Pete and Yasmin had really made an impact on him, there was something he saw in them that he couldn’t find in anyone else. He knew that he wasn’t always the easiest person to get on with, so he was glad of the company and only too happy to have them on his boat.
Something crept closer to the boat. The crew didn’t notice, they were now safe and warm inside, falling asleep under duvets and blankets. Decorations swung back and fourth with the motion of the boat as the water lapped the sides. The dark finally took full hold of the night and with it came the light flutter of snow, and something else. The snow made way for this new object as it neared the cabin, but paused for a moment as the figures inside rustled. After a while, when it realised that the movement had died down, it crept further towards the dim light within. Opening the door with the smallest of movements, the shape bent down and placed a glowing object on the floor. The object hummed with a low frequency as it gently pulsed. The shape turned and left the way it had come in.
Morning came slowly, as winter mornings tend to do. Pete rose from his makeshift bed and turned, noticing the gentle light coming from the globe on the floor.
“What is this?” he said to himself as he picked up the orb. It glowed slightly brighter as he peered at it.
Shaking Yasmin gently, he placed the orb in front of her face. She made a movement backwards at first, unsure what she was looking at, but then brought the globe towards her and looked at the swirling centre.
“We should wake Sam.”
“Not yet.”
They went outside, Yasmin wrapping a thick scarf around her neck in protest at the weather, which was now more of a blast than a chill. Placing the orb on the floor in the middle of the deck, Pete watched as it glowed brighter.
“They must have brought it a long way.”
“Yes.” Said Pete, but was too busy for words.
Sam emerged from the cabin. “What…?…”
Yasmin turned. “We wanted you to be the first,” She bent down and waved her hand over the glowing ball. “to see this.”
A light shot from the ball into the sky. At the same time, the greenish glow that surrounded the orb widened to form a larger circle on the deck of the boat.
For an event such as this, Sam didn’t really look that surprised. When the other two beckoned him into the light, he accepted without hesitation and found himself bathed in green light. The light grew intense and then faded as the trio disappeared. Only the ball was left, and as it took the light back into it, it too faded away.
Three days later the papers would report a strange occurrence on the sea. A small sailing boat had been found with no-one on board, but signs of recent life. They would conclude that an accident had occurred and the search for bodies would be called off after the fourth day. The owner, the reports would say, was a loner who kept himself to himself. No mention of any other passengers would be made.
Pete did the boogie and made Yasmin laugh, but the party was winding up and the sun was going down. Soon it would be time for them to call it a day, their hands finding their way up to their mouths to signify their need of sleep.
It was Sam who finally called the time and they worked their way down the stairs and into the small cabin area. Though it was basic, the cabin held everything they could have wanted and kept itself pretty warm away from the chills outside.
The dark took hold fairly quickly, and the crew felt icy shivers over their bodies as if the dark had run fingers across their spines. It was only a matter of time before they would fall asleep now, something waited for that moment.
The Winter had made the sailing difficult. It wasn’t very often that this particular crew found themselves together anyway, but winter always held them off from their adventures. This year the only chance to get out and about was the end of December, which, for anyone else would have been unthinkable. But for Yasmin, Sam and Pete it was a chance to escape from the constant pressure of coupling and finding themselves with unwanted family occasion. Sam found it the hardest. His wife had died three years earlier and he had no parents or children to visit on Christmas day. Only Pete and Yasmin had really made an impact on him, there was something he saw in them that he couldn’t find in anyone else. He knew that he wasn’t always the easiest person to get on with, so he was glad of the company and only too happy to have them on his boat.
Something crept closer to the boat. The crew didn’t notice, they were now safe and warm inside, falling asleep under duvets and blankets. Decorations swung back and fourth with the motion of the boat as the water lapped the sides. The dark finally took full hold of the night and with it came the light flutter of snow, and something else. The snow made way for this new object as it neared the cabin, but paused for a moment as the figures inside rustled. After a while, when it realised that the movement had died down, it crept further towards the dim light within. Opening the door with the smallest of movements, the shape bent down and placed a glowing object on the floor. The object hummed with a low frequency as it gently pulsed. The shape turned and left the way it had come in.
Morning came slowly, as winter mornings tend to do. Pete rose from his makeshift bed and turned, noticing the gentle light coming from the globe on the floor.
“What is this?” he said to himself as he picked up the orb. It glowed slightly brighter as he peered at it.
Shaking Yasmin gently, he placed the orb in front of her face. She made a movement backwards at first, unsure what she was looking at, but then brought the globe towards her and looked at the swirling centre.
“We should wake Sam.”
“Not yet.”
They went outside, Yasmin wrapping a thick scarf around her neck in protest at the weather, which was now more of a blast than a chill. Placing the orb on the floor in the middle of the deck, Pete watched as it glowed brighter.
“They must have brought it a long way.”
“Yes.” Said Pete, but was too busy for words.
Sam emerged from the cabin. “What…?…”
Yasmin turned. “We wanted you to be the first,” She bent down and waved her hand over the glowing ball. “to see this.”
A light shot from the ball into the sky. At the same time, the greenish glow that surrounded the orb widened to form a larger circle on the deck of the boat.
For an event such as this, Sam didn’t really look that surprised. When the other two beckoned him into the light, he accepted without hesitation and found himself bathed in green light. The light grew intense and then faded as the trio disappeared. Only the ball was left, and as it took the light back into it, it too faded away.
Three days later the papers would report a strange occurrence on the sea. A small sailing boat had been found with no-one on board, but signs of recent life. They would conclude that an accident had occurred and the search for bodies would be called off after the fourth day. The owner, the reports would say, was a loner who kept himself to himself. No mention of any other passengers would be made.
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Over wide open seas they sailed. It wasn’t far to the land, but the time had already begun to ebb away as they made their way home.
Pete did the boogie and made Yasmin laugh, but the party was winding up and the sun was going down. Soon it would be time for them to call it a day, their hands finding their way up to their mouths to signify their need of sleep.
It was Sam who finally called the time and they worked their way down the stairs and into the small cabin area. Though it was basic, the cabin held everything they could have wanted and kept itself pretty warm away from the chills outside.
The dark took hold fairly quickly, and the crew felt icy shivers over their bodies as if the dark had run fingers across their spines. It was only a matter of time before they would fall asleep now, something waited for that moment.
The Winter had made the sailing difficult. It wasn’t very often that this particular crew found themselves together anyway, but winter always held them off from their adventures. This year the only chance to get out and about was the end of December, which, for anyone else would have been unthinkable. But for Yasmin, Sam and Pete it was a chance to escape from the constant pressure of coupling and finding themselves with unwanted family occasion. Sam found it the hardest. His wife had died three years earlier and he had no parents or children to visit on Christmas day. Only Pete and Yasmin had really made an impact on him, there was something he saw in them that he couldn’t find in anyone else. He knew that he wasn’t always the easiest person to get on with, so he was glad of the company and only too happy to have them on his boat.
Something crept closer to the boat. The crew didn’t notice, they were now safe and warm inside, falling asleep under duvets and blankets. Decorations swung back and fourth with the motion of the boat as the water lapped the sides. The dark finally took full hold of the night and with it came the light flutter of snow, and something else. The snow made way for this new object as it neared the cabin, but paused for a moment as the figures inside rustled. After a while, when it realised that the movement had died down, it crept further towards the dim light within. Opening the door with the smallest of movements, the shape bent down and placed a glowing object on the floor. The object hummed with a low frequency as it gently pulsed. The shape turned and left the way it had come in.
Morning came slowly, as winter mornings tend to do. Pete rose from his makeshift bed and turned, noticing the gentle light coming from the globe on the floor.
“What is this?” he said to himself as he picked up the orb. It glowed slightly brighter as he peered at it.
Shaking Yasmin gently, he placed the orb in front of her face. She made a movement backwards at first, unsure what she was looking at, but then brought the globe towards her and looked at the swirling centre.
“We should wake Sam.”
“Not yet.”
They went outside, Yasmin wrapping a thick scarf around her neck in protest at the weather, which was now more of a blast than a chill. Placing the orb on the floor in the middle of the deck, Pete watched as it glowed brighter.
“They must have brought it a long way.”
“Yes.” Said Pete, but was too busy for words.
Sam emerged from the cabin. “What…?…”
Yasmin turned. “We wanted you to be the first,” She bent down and waved her hand over the glowing ball. “to see this.”
A light shot from the ball into the sky. At the same time, the greenish glow that surrounded the orb widened to form a larger circle on the deck of the boat.
For an event such as this, Sam didn’t really look that surprised. When the other two beckoned him into the light, he accepted without hesitation and found himself bathed in green light. The light grew intense and then faded as the trio disappeared. Only the ball was left, and as it took the light back into it, it too faded away.
Three days later the papers would report a strange occurrence on the sea. A small sailing boat had been found with no-one on board, but signs of recent life. They would conclude that an accident had occurred and the search for bodies would be called off after the fourth day. The owner, the reports would say, was a loner who kept himself to himself. No mention of any other passengers would be made.
Pete did the boogie and made Yasmin laugh, but the party was winding up and the sun was going down. Soon it would be time for them to call it a day, their hands finding their way up to their mouths to signify their need of sleep.
It was Sam who finally called the time and they worked their way down the stairs and into the small cabin area. Though it was basic, the cabin held everything they could have wanted and kept itself pretty warm away from the chills outside.
The dark took hold fairly quickly, and the crew felt icy shivers over their bodies as if the dark had run fingers across their spines. It was only a matter of time before they would fall asleep now, something waited for that moment.
The Winter had made the sailing difficult. It wasn’t very often that this particular crew found themselves together anyway, but winter always held them off from their adventures. This year the only chance to get out and about was the end of December, which, for anyone else would have been unthinkable. But for Yasmin, Sam and Pete it was a chance to escape from the constant pressure of coupling and finding themselves with unwanted family occasion. Sam found it the hardest. His wife had died three years earlier and he had no parents or children to visit on Christmas day. Only Pete and Yasmin had really made an impact on him, there was something he saw in them that he couldn’t find in anyone else. He knew that he wasn’t always the easiest person to get on with, so he was glad of the company and only too happy to have them on his boat.
Something crept closer to the boat. The crew didn’t notice, they were now safe and warm inside, falling asleep under duvets and blankets. Decorations swung back and fourth with the motion of the boat as the water lapped the sides. The dark finally took full hold of the night and with it came the light flutter of snow, and something else. The snow made way for this new object as it neared the cabin, but paused for a moment as the figures inside rustled. After a while, when it realised that the movement had died down, it crept further towards the dim light within. Opening the door with the smallest of movements, the shape bent down and placed a glowing object on the floor. The object hummed with a low frequency as it gently pulsed. The shape turned and left the way it had come in.
Morning came slowly, as winter mornings tend to do. Pete rose from his makeshift bed and turned, noticing the gentle light coming from the globe on the floor.
“What is this?” he said to himself as he picked up the orb. It glowed slightly brighter as he peered at it.
Shaking Yasmin gently, he placed the orb in front of her face. She made a movement backwards at first, unsure what she was looking at, but then brought the globe towards her and looked at the swirling centre.
“We should wake Sam.”
“Not yet.”
They went outside, Yasmin wrapping a thick scarf around her neck in protest at the weather, which was now more of a blast than a chill. Placing the orb on the floor in the middle of the deck, Pete watched as it glowed brighter.
“They must have brought it a long way.”
“Yes.” Said Pete, but was too busy for words.
Sam emerged from the cabin. “What…?…”
Yasmin turned. “We wanted you to be the first,” She bent down and waved her hand over the glowing ball. “to see this.”
A light shot from the ball into the sky. At the same time, the greenish glow that surrounded the orb widened to form a larger circle on the deck of the boat.
For an event such as this, Sam didn’t really look that surprised. When the other two beckoned him into the light, he accepted without hesitation and found himself bathed in green light. The light grew intense and then faded as the trio disappeared. Only the ball was left, and as it took the light back into it, it too faded away.
Three days later the papers would report a strange occurrence on the sea. A small sailing boat had been found with no-one on board, but signs of recent life. They would conclude that an accident had occurred and the search for bodies would be called off after the fourth day. The owner, the reports would say, was a loner who kept himself to himself. No mention of any other passengers would be made.