A captain once was sitting by the seafront one Sunday morning. All by himself he looked far away in the deep blue sea and recalled of past memories. Sometimes he cried, sometimes he laughed with the storms and calms of his heart. He had no regrets of the many wrecks he had met in life but he longed for a mermaid in his quest.
So there he was sitting by the dock putting away his grief in the water by making little boats out of paper. He wrote a wish on each of them. Some boats were drifted by the wary curls and ended up at the bottom of the sea as red, blue corals and white pearls. Some others were blown by the wind which turned them into scented blossoms of lemon, violet and jasmine. And some were taken by the night that made them into bright stars to keep company to dawn and dusk.
Of all the boats he had made only one got away. Sailing on a sunbeam across the sea, she had the sea gulls and dolphins for company. Along the way a big wave frowned and turned the boat upside down. The little wish was helpless and thought she' d better sink at the bottom below. So harshly was she pulled about that she wished she was swallowed by the bottom's mouth. By the morning light, the boat was all wet and mussy, tired and dizzy as if she had been drinking and dancing. She made her way sailing and singing a little tune: "Oh my wish, my little wish, my hope is you!"
Once up And once down, alone or with friends, the little hope traveled around. In sunshine, in rain, in darkness, in light, the boat traveled day and night. Until one dawn, it reached a white capped beach in the hands of a sea gorgon. It was a little mermaid waiting in hope, for a wish for her to come ashore. The mermaid took the little boat in her hands and unfolding the little wish her heart bounced. The gates of heaven opened wide, and her golden hair felt alight. So thrilled did the mermaid feel that she started to sing. So much joy did she feel that she floated in the blue ocean and as she was gracefully swimming she vanished away singing.
The little boat slipped through her hair, rode on the sunbeams, hiding here and there. It seemed as if it had turned into a white bird flattering its wings to join its fellow friends up in the clear blue sky that was full of bright white light.
The captain's heart was then set free from all sadness and grief. As a captain he sometimes sailed and moored the ports or build ships at the dock. He sometimes also daydreamed with white sails!
By Charalambos Epaminondas