Page 35 of Naughty Irish Fate
Found my siren call at last, found the woman I wanted to come home to, the woman I never knew I had always been searching for.
Found her and I fucking left her.
As I sink to the icy depths of the sea that took me from her, I am smiling because at least I know what it felt like to have her. Panic seizes my chest as I realize I will never get to touch her, see her laugh, or dance with her to that old jukebox.
Adrenaline surges through me and I kick and fight through the water. Salt burns my eyes and my lungs and I choke and shout. But I fight. I push through the water hard until I break the surface, gasping as icy waves toss me around.
“Rooker! Captain!” I float towards voices once I can hear them over the rush of the water and the buzz in my head.
Spotting the safety boat, I manage to reach it before a huge wave takes me under again. Beneath the black water my lungs fill with salty brine as I struggle to the surface again.
Once I reach it, it’s black and quiet and I don’t see the safety boat. It’s there. I know it is. I swim in circles until my arms ache. Until my lungs burn.
I spot pieces of the ship and float to them. Grabbing hold of what looks like pieces of the bridge, I climb atop it. Huge waves crash down all around me, cutting me off from the crew I know are in the safety boat. Knowing they are safe and knowing we did all we could to get help to us, I huddle on the splintered wood and wait.
I close my eyes and see Bronwyn. See her spread out on her bed, sunlight lighting up her creamy skin and ginger hair. Smiling up at me, she reaches for me and I go to her.
Fate did this.
Fate brought me to her and once I tried to leave, she decided for me.
“I am coming back to you, beautiful baby.” I swear to the dark skies overhead.
