Random Inspiration

Old man sits in the air- the wind's firing the life at him while the young girl sits in grief, waiting. The old man really does know and understand her sorrow but she doesn't understand why he gets her. They sit in agreement- disagree thoughtfully and remind eachother of a loved one. To he- she's a mirror image of his daughter- alone, frightened, pure. To her- she's the essence of her mother keen, stern, yet approachable. The wind continues to blow and the boat sails along the sea while both the man and girl realize what life's made up to be. And though his worry has oppressed all else he feels at ease seeing the girl in his final hours, she smiles, the first in years, the first since 98, when her parents' lives were taken by a drunk, those nights of fighting now only selfish, but as she examines his arm, veiny and shaking he reaches out and grabs it, a clench of confirmation that the time is right and then the ship went down, it went down that very night.