Freedom Will Come At Your Call

I looked out across the sea and something out there screeched at me. I looked out upon the sea from my rock in the middle of the ocean, unlike a dock, and screeched back at the thing, and the scream will ring and ring. Something reared from the wave's crest, as if waking from a deep, deep rest. Its neck was arched and eyes were searching, searching for me, its great form lurching. It plunged into the waves, diving into the ship's blue grave, and then appeared before the small little me, compared to it, the size of a pea. It bent its head level with mine, and my heart was tugged with a piece of twine that had always been there, ready to see me pair, and here I was, looking beauty in the face, even if it was of the serpent race, with a scaly body and yellow eyes, I felt my courage on the rise. I reached my hand and caressed its head, though most would think them surely dead. I climbed upon its back with glee, crying out that I was free.