Louis is the commodore’s son who is forced to become a part of Harry’s crew when he is captured.
A gust of salty air pushed over the deck as the information
resonated in the night sky. The only audible sound was the continuous wallop of
waves wrecking against the ship. Louis kept his breathing even and his eyes
locked with Malik’s, refusing to be the first to break.
“Now, that is interesting.”
Malik’s head whipped towards the quarterdeck, his eyes wide
as they settled by the wheel of the ship. Louis gawked as the entire crew bowed
their head in respect. Some mechanically took a few steps back. Malik
straightened his spine and clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes
downcast. Instinctively, Louis followed suit and trained his eyes on the deck
beneath his knees.
The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated
across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating
a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as
the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.
“Captain,” Malik greeted.
Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots
shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck
as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting
his gut as the silence became tangible.
There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of
its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His
shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’
distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose
petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The
sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.
Okay so, y'all know the splitting of the sea, right?
How everyone just sat there in total miserable complacency until one guy, ONE GUY, stepped forward into the sea, and that’s what split it? That’s what allowed the Jews to move forward, to succeed?
That’s activism. If you don’t stand up, you can’t trust someone else to do. No matter how little support, no matter how complacent others are, you MUST walk into the water. You know with all your heart and soul that the sea WILL split. Everyone else might say it’s impossible, but you know it and you are doing it. That’s how activism must be. That’s how resistance must be. You have to push it, you must reject complacency. Complacent and fear lead to nothing but defeat and death. Stepping up and moving towards your vision even if the vision isn’t there yet, that’s the only way to get your vision to manifest.
She’s looking away. You decide it’s a good time to take a peek. Proud, casual, almost careless, she’s just feeling the cool breeze of the sea. Standing just a couple steps from you. She hasn’t noticed you yet, you just arrived. The flag, red as the sunset, is already put in place. The hotel’s beach is closed for the day, and yet, you two stand there.