By The Sound Of The Crow
By The Sound Of The Crow
Bane parked his Jeep on the side of the road and sat there. Slowly, he rolled himself out and trudged through the narrow sandy path overtaken by brush. He didn't seem to feel the scrapes of the branches or the thorny jabs from the rosa rugosa shrubs. When he broke free from the path, he stood and surveyed the blanket-sized patch of sand leading to the sea. He plucked a strand of dune grass and began to chew on it. He would wait here.
He sat down and allowed himself to lean back resting on both his elbows, legs outstretched. He watched the fluffy white clouds morph into shapes. A lone pelican flew by, eyeing the water for fish.
At the sound of a roar of a jet, he braced himself. It flew right over him, near enough that he could have tossed a shell at it. His eyes followed the plane that carried Jill away.
A tear dripped down the side of his face and he leaned forward to wipe it away before it reached his chin. Another one gone , he thought. This one was different, though. This woman touched him deeper, more intimately somehow. Was it possible for two people to feel so connected in just one week? Perhaps it was because they both shared something in common-they were both running away from something. Escaping to Triton as a way out of life's problems.
As the roar of the jet whispered away, Bane was once again left with just the sound of the waves lapping along the shoreline as he traced a heart in the sand and then stood up. He brushed the sand away from his shorts and looked down again at the heart. There was a part of him that wanted to get on the next plane to New York and straighten things out with Jill. He really hated the way things ended between them; he had a rotten feeling in his stomach.
The time that Bane spent lost out at sea made him think and confront a lot of things he was trying to avoid, especially the reason he came to Triton.
"Please, please, come home," his mother begged him on the phone this very morning. Home, back to Hawaii.
His roommate Tom had called Bane's parents when it got dark that first night Bane was lost at sea. Luckily he was found before his family took the long journey from Hawaii to Triton. Originally Bane planned to come to Triton for a three-month commitment to be a dive instructor. Three months, turned into a year, then two.
At first, Bane's mother was supportive of his adventure.
"Spread your wings a bit; see some other parts of the world. But come back soon. Hawaii is the most beautiful place," she said with her warm smile that made her eyes melt into her pudgy dark skin.
His dad said nothing, his way of saying he wasn't happy at all with Bane's decision to go to Triton. "Bane" meant long-awaited son in Hawaiian.
With his hands firmly planted in his pockets, Bane gently swept the heart away with his right foot until it was once again just one big pile of miniscule crushed coral. He couldn't help but wonder-what if he had drowned out there? How would his father react? He knew it would have broken his mother's heart. If Jill had the strength to go back and face the troubles she left at home, maybe it was time for him to do the same.
The first person he shared his decision with was the one person Bane knew would be overjoyed about it, his mother.
"Thank God!" she screamed in the phone. "Joe, Bane is coming home." Her husband sat at the kitchen table reading the local paper. There was silence in return. "He's very excited too," she reported back to her son enthusiastically.
Once he told his mother his plan, it cemented his decision. There was no turning back now. He would never break her heart. As he hung up the phone, he looked at the view outside the window of the cottage he shared with his mates. Sunny-with a gentle wind whispering through the fronds of the palm trees, as usual. The bright blue-green water