Drift Away

James has already signed his papers, he's about to ship off. His family hardly cares and he's excited to get away. This trip will change everything. The navy accepted him like nobody else, maybe when he gets there he'll find a reason to stay.

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4. Beliefs Tested

The Runner made port on an Alaskan Island to refuel, some guys visited the bars and clubs. They wanted to get one more good night before we left, they wanted to have at the prettiest American woman they would see in a while. But not me, I wanted to see one last sunset while on shore.

As I watched the sun slowly disappear behind the lonesome mountains in the distance, I let my toes drift in the water. In some way I saw this as saying goodbye to my old life and hello to my new life as a fixture on a nave submarine. The Runner, I thought to myself, What a lovely name. I cannot believe I am being so sentimental about this. I scoffed at my silly thoughts. What man in his right mind on his last day on land goes to watch a sunset? I am being such a girl geez, why in the hell have they let me on a space on this sub? I guess somebody is looking out for me.

I was not raised in a religious home but today has gotten me thinking, what if? How many things have I done wrong in this lifetime? Is it possible? What if?

Instead of arguing with myself over something I had no more knowledge of than the guys that went to the bars I decided to look for a church. I figured hell why not? I'll probably die instead of coming back and if there is a better place out there after I die than wouldn't it just be a shame if I hadn't even tried to achieve that for myself.

Eventually I stumbled upon a small white church, it was empty but as I looked around I wondered if anyone else had ever been here for the same ridiculous reason. I didn't understand myself, what was I doing here? I turned to leave but a stained glass window caught my eye, there He was in all His glory. A woman was crying turquoise blue drops, and crimson dribbles came from His hands and feet. He was attached to a cross with a sharp crown of some kind resting upon his brow; the crimson streams seemed to flow out of the painting and into a puddle on the ground. I blinked and the illusion disappeared. I got out of there as fast as I could.

I heard you were supposed to be fearful of God but that was just ridiculous.

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