Alone and forgotten. For how long, I do not know. The crystal blue waters beating against my sides before continuing on to crash against the rocky mountain.
Where did everyone go?
Have I truly been abandoned?
For many years, the waters around me were bustling with fishermen, sailors, and tourists. My livelihood was taking daily rides into the Emerald Cave. The dark, damp cave holds awe and wonders for all. The echos of excitement on seeing the green light inside the cave are now a distant memory. An eery quiet blankets me and the ocean.
My days are passing with riding out the waves that come my way. The world has fallen silent. Will eager faces of tourists ride my boat again?
Is this the new normal?
So I wait, side by side with my rocky mountain and waves jostling me. When my people are ready to come back to me. I will be here, a quiet sentinel watching over my cave.