Buried at Sea

Buried at Sea
"Ahh, there's no wind today," sighed Cobi as he tacked his sail around and

headed for the shore. Cobi was a sailor. Cobi wasn't a typical sailor, Cobi

was a National Championship winning sailor. A sailor who thrived on high winds

and rough seas, who has accomplished everything there is to accomplish in

Canadian sailing. He is the envy of every young sailor and child. They wish,

aspire, and dream to be like Cobi. "Hii Cooobiii," wines Julie. Julie just happened to be standing on the

dock of the Yacht Club as Cobi tied his luminous, new, nine-thousand dollar boat

to its mooring. Julie, was just one part of Cobi's large female entourage, who

followed and prayed on his every move and breath. Cobi Jones was not only very

skilled in the nautical art of sailing, he was the most popular, the best

looking, and even one of the smartest kids in school.

"Hi Julie," moaned Cobi in reply, "what are you doing here?"

A shocked, but smiling Julie answered, "Just came to see ya."

"Well visiting hours are over," Cobi uttered as he pushed past Julie and

trekked up the rocky shore to his home. His home! His home was a picturesque

array of hand-crafted pillars and intricate woodwork that beautified even the

aesthetic sandy ocean beach that encompassed it. As always, after sailing

practise, he was greeted by a honk and a wave from his father returning from

work. His father was a partner in Jones, Jefferson, and Deveau, the most

successful law firm in Nova Scotia. He was able to fund Cobi's sailing career

from the start, and his money played a very large role in Cobi's sailing success

and popularity. Other than Cobi's majestic surroundings, Cobi led a typical

eighteen year-old after school life. He ate, did homework, spoke to his many

friends the phone, and then fell asleep with a remote control in his grip. This

evening wasn't an exception.



The following day at school, Cobi was greeted by all of his friends and

sailing cohorts and he sauntered to his first class. The greetings ranged from

"Hey man", to "What's up", and to the simple "Hi". Cobi habitually responded

with a mumbled "Yo." Sometime after an insightful, and invigorating lecture from

his favourite English teacher Dr. Noble, he ran into his friend and sailing

crewman Greg. "Hey man, what're ya doin' after school today?" asked Cobi.

"Nothin' man, it's too messy out. That hurricane's gonna hit tonight you

know," replied Greg.

"I know man, that's why I asked"

"You don't wanna go sailin' do ya?"

"Yeah man, the winds lately haven't been much of a challenge for me, eh."

"I don't know man?"

"Ahh c'mon, you're coming to my party tonight aren't ya."

"Yeah"

"Well, we can go for a sail, then to the party"

"All right"

"Cool, meet at the club at 4:00. We're takin' the Laser"

"What!?! Okay," sighed Greg as he made his way to his last class.



At the Yacht Club, the forty-five knot winds were drubbing the Dangerous

Seas warning signs into the clubhouse as the two young sailors began to rig

their boat of a mere fourteen feet. The boys rigged their boat quickly and set

sail. Cobi was the helmsman and hence, called all the commands. Greg responded

with needle-point precision. They tacked, gybed, and heeled in complete unison.

If anyone else had had the craze of mind or desire of body to be on the water

that night they would have found their sailing awe-inspiring. But the strong

forty-five knot winds briskly became Herculean fifty-five knot winds that no one

could sustain. Then, the foreseen occurred, a quick change of wind direction

came about and toppled the great Cobi's boat and threw the two into the cold and

bitter ocean. Greg was hit with the boom as the boat slammed onto the ocean's

surface, he was knocked unconscious and drowned. "Ahhh, nooo. Why did I come

out here tonight? Greg!! Ahhh..." exclaimed Cobi. Weeping, Cobi frantically

moved to right the battered boat. He succeed but the boat was well out of his

reach and it was impossible for him to swim to it in the high seas. Then

another gust of mighty wind came and flipped the boat driving the mast of the

boat through the abdomen of the struggling sailor. The boat soon sank with the

slain sailor in tow.

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