From the tailor, I returned home late. In the dark, I managed to turn on the wrong street, and for a while I walked in circles. These old quarters are a real labyrinth, where there is no light and the narrowness of narrow streets can be felt by the spinal cord. It seems that after each step, this street becomes even narrower.
When I went to bed, I could not sleep for a long time. I remembered all the impressions I received in this city. I do not remember how I fell asleep.
At first I heard the piercing scream of a seagull. Strange, where is the seagull. Blue water and a seagull? We sailed for two weeks without sails and steering. The rudder was broken when we hit a pitfall during a storm, and a huge wave left us without sails and without a mast.
We had enough water and provisions for eight days. Went on the sixth day when there was no provisions and fresh water left on the ship.
Through thirst and an agonizing sleep, I heard a loud cry. I did not immediately understand what had happened. My first reaction was to grab the sword.
The years I spent in the crusade taught me that the sword is the friend with whom you can never part.
Then, I heard my name.
Willy! William! We are saved! God has mercy on us! Wake up, buddy! Solid ground!
I tried to open my eyes. It seemed to me that my eyes were dry and looked like a dried fish bubble. Eyelids inflamed and stuck together. With great difficulty, I opened my eyes.
Dark spots and rainbow stains ran before my eyes. I tried to focus my eyesight.
The first thing I saw was the radiant face of my comrade Sebastian. It was hard to tell by his face whether it was joy or aggression, but I knew my friend. Usually, for someone who saw this person aggressive, this sight was the last in his life. And I'm still alive, so this is Sebastian's joy.
He clutched in his hand, near the heart, a medallion, which depicted his family and children. This is the most expensive thing he has.
We are near the shore, my friend! said Sebastian and pointed towards the coast, where the pines rose and the mountains rose and grew green.
We are not in Africa, it is good.
I tried to look at the situation around.
A broken mast is a testimony of God's mercy to us. Our ship is full of gold and precious stones, but the most valuable thing on this ship is water and grain, especially the last drops.
I lay on the bags with golden coins, but, I could, in the case of our death, never use them.
To be rich and die of thirst and hunger, this is the most ridiculous death.
Thank God everything is over. No, everything good is just beginning!
I could not move. The neck was like a stone. Out of the corner of my eye, I tried to see what was going on around me.
Our weakened comrades, were near. They suffered the most during the storm. But, someone has already dived into the water and swam to the shore.
Those who more easily endured this voyage have already risen to their feet and raised the battle flag.
The tailor told me the truth!
Stop!
What tailor? Where I am? Who are these people? Where is the dock? Where is the lighthouse? Where is the helicopter? Where is my family? Who am I?
I wanted to scream! But, my throat, dry from thirst, and cracked sun and lips from salt, did not give me the opportunity to make even the quietest sound.
What I saw before my eyes and yesterday’s memories from the tailor’s workshop began to spiral into my eyes.
My heart began to jump out of my chest.
I made the last effort to rise from these bags full of gold and I am sitting on our bed, my wife is sleeping peacefully next to me. The moon, like a huge billiard ball, looked out the window of our bedroom.
I looked at my watch. Three hours and thirty minutes. Strange. Three and a half. It took the Knights three and a half years to return to this lagoon with their families. Coincidence I thought. I lay down and fell asleep.
This is a continuation of my story in pictures. As in any story, there is a beginning and there is an end. This is not even the middle, but to understand what was the beginning of this story, I suggest you follow these links. These are the previous plots of my fictional journey.
Town - my dream!
Fish day on the pier - Town - my dream!
Photo for memory - Town - my dream!
Reconnaissance - Town - my dream!
Eye of a needle - Town - my dream!
So the story is replenished with one more illustration.
This is my 37th day on Steemit. These were very fruitful days. I did not know what my blog would be about. One day, I decided to try painting, that's what came out of it.
As usual, I draw a simple ballpoint pen with blue paste on an A5-sized piece of paper. I don’t make sketches and I don’t know that I’m going to draw until the last moment until the ball of the pen touches the paper.
With stories to these drawings, everything happens the same way. It turns out a new character and the story gets its continuation. Until I finish the drawing, I won’t know how the story will end.
Author @roninrelax
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