The roar of the waves breaking against the rocks finally broke through Jim’s dream, he had been back in a maze of alleys in Spitalfields chasing Daisy. The line of breaking waves shouted danger, their lurid green colour was highlighted by the full moon, which gave them a luminous quality. Breakers, Breakers dead ahead. As the mate spun the wheel and the cry went up, to reef the sails, Lady Jane struck the circle of jagged coral which formed the outer reef around a low island.
As she turned sideways the coral ripped out her heart, the strength of the wind and the weight of the sodden sails tipped her on to her side. Two days later when the storm blew its self out, nothing remained of the Lady Jane. It would be nearly another hundred years before an American trader visited the remote island and sent divers down to look for pearls. Pearls they found, but also they found several rotting chests. Only one was salvageable, in it was a small gold locket. Inscribed: Come back safe my love – with fondest love to Jim from Daisy.
Seeing the prompt photograph by Footy and Foodie, brought back a fond memory of visiting the cinema to see South Pacific in 1959 with my mother. In those days visiting the cinema was a magical experience. So I dedicate this story to my mother who loved reading. Thank you Mum. Until writing this story of mine I had not heard of James Michener, now I have another author to look up.