This Week's Prompt
“They say a ship’s run aground over near Harper’s Cove,” said an old man in overalls, hanging up the corded phone. There was a sense of permanence about the Coast Rescue shack, between the scratched furniture and fading paint it looked as though it had sat there near the sea for ages. The midday salty air wisped through the open windows, gently rustling the loose papers on the man’s desk. “John says it’s a real doozy.”
“That's too bad, I was hoping to spend some time in town today,” Becky rolled her eyes, but smiled as she threw on her reflective red jacket. “Do you think we’ll need help from the mainland?”
“Nah, I don’t think so. Probably nothing you can’t handle,” he smiled back, with equal measures of pride and sadness. His own safety jacket was slowly collecting dust on the back of his chair.
“Thanks, Dad,” Becky said as she grabbed the keys off the wall. Stepping past the creaky screen door and off the porch, she could feel the August sun burning down. It was almost the off-season, when things would quiet down. The rolling crashes of the cobalt waves grew louder as she descended the wooden steps down to the rocky beach. It’d be a great day to go swimming, she thought, but duty calls. The tugboat by the dock rose and fell, and with the ease of expertise she climbed on and started the engine.
Extending the story:
He always brought to his memory the stories of his grandmother, who with his great-grandfather lived years ago in that forgotten corner of the world. She always told him her experiences of shipwrecks and the anguish of rescuing survivors with the help of a tugboat.
After many years that summer, he wanted to confirm the places his grandmother referred to, he was in that cabin asking that old man about the wreck of Harper's Cove. He remembered the description of his grandmother Becky who was in the habit of helping her great-grandfather to condition the tug.
Years of that event in which his great-grandfather did not return, he was there trying to verify the facts.
Moved his imagination at that time, he confirmed some of the details. Just that day, before they heard of the wreck, they had planned to spend it on the beach to enjoy the breeze and relieve the heat of the day.
So he proceeded to rent a small motorboat to tour the island's turns and look for the stranded ship plus tugboat signals. Now at this moment with the sea still calm, he hoped to extract his secrets. As an insurance specialist he was trained to discover clues overlooked by other people.
After sailing half an hour to the place indicated by the old man, he visualized the rusty remains of a ship. His heart began to beat rapidly as he approached. His surprise was great when he realized that it was not a single ship but that the rusty keel of another remained on one side. Without being able to believe it, he took his mask and began to swim in the shallow waters to see if he could find anything additional.
Suddenly a glow called his attention, he was shocked because from the sand he pulled a chain with a star of David like the one his grandmother had described years ago, with the name of his great-grandfather engraved.
Happy to have achieved this result back to the city. In his house he placed the star of David in a frame next to his grandmother's photograph, thus fulfilling the promise he had made to her years ago.
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