[Scar]

"Wilson and I"
Day 1.
It was a perfect day for naval exploration
Her face, soaking in the rays, relaying an expectation
“Awesome” she said, with arm spread in lofty embrace
Of life. Weather’s nice. Wave, cordially calm. “Gon’ be the most awesomest day”
At the edge of the pulpit, she observe water shimmering to the 2pm sun
And the horizon seem eventful in the distance where dark cumulus hung

Day 4.
It was unclear. Perhaps 20 or 50 miles from the cove
Under menacing skies, she gave another try, “Hello, this is Sea Lion, I need assistance, now, over!”
Breath receding, in much need of rests, she retreated..
Down below and collapse onto her bed to assess a contingency.
Seething stings from the sea salt caused aches, pain and scratches
Suddenly, she caught a shadow in the corner, there’s something else in her cabin
Behind the closet door, a tapping sound. She threw a sock towards it before it startled and dash
It was a mouse!! With nowhere to run, it turned to face her at last
They locked gaze. it was afraid; twisting and turning for home
She approached it cautiously “hey buddy, how’d you snuck on my boat?”
It stopped. Stared at her, then back to panicking mode
“I know how you feel bud.” reminding her of her own ordeal
“Well at least we have each other, right? Let's get you some meal”
Walked over to the kitchen and broke off a piece of pita bread.
It rushed towards the morsel, as thankful as any creature can
Midway between bites, it glanced up as if to say..
“Thank you”
She smiled and said: “You can be my Wilson from Castaway”

Day 15.
She watch Wilson nibbles the last piece crumb off the floor
Wondering, if he had any inkling of the incoming storm
She applied some Pavlov tricks. With, snap of her finger, he’d rush to her side
When a sudden wave crash against the hull, in an abruption of violence
She rush up to the deck to find it in complete disarray
The mast was hanging on a hinge while the boom sway to the wave
The rain rages on. She look out to sea, there’s no escaping this storm
All she could do was brace for the fall and hope it fades in the morning
gathering what she could, she made her way to the bottom
Locked the door to prevent flood water from entering the quarter

Day 30
Wilson was visibly thinner. He slept in her hands, breath gradually slowing.
Outside the storm died down, warm weather, white cloud, the intensity lowered
She was hungry. Living solely on silted water and minnows near the boat
While Wilson, still in her palm, was more or less fur and bones.
He was still asleep. Slowly breathing, she rubbed his back
“You know when i was a little girl, i had this cool yellow notepad.
It had a picture of Spongebob, Squidward, Patrick, Mr. Crab
I always thought it was so awesome they had this whole world at the bottom Of the sea”
Wilson slowly opened his eyes, squirmed inside her palm in a forlorn effort to breathe

Day 40
She hasn’t seen Wilson in days. Her skin, sunburned, and her lips were cracked and baked
The sun continues to beat. Lack of sleep impaired her ability concentrate
She made her way to the edge of the pulpit. 30 pounds less and in a starving state
Her eyes caught something in the ocean, a creature squirming, floating in the wave
“Wilson?” she panicked. “Wilson!!” was it light refracting or a trick of its beam?
It didn't matter, making her way to the plank’s edge, she plunge in the sea