A rock stuck out in the waters, a sheltered spot, flat-topped and safe in the space of a comforting harbor. The man stepped dry-shod onto land and knew after all their time and toil and trouble, here they would stand.
The woman leaned over the waters at the rail of the ship, watching the tide’s angry waves roiling wildly below. Another woman’s child had child. Another one was sick. Her sorrow cried for a son left behind, his absence wounding her soul.
Trees had no beauty to tempt her now and rocks no gift to save; the ocean her grave.