Jade Ship

So, I’m a bit behind on this 30 day challenge thing. I guess I’ll just keep trucking and if it takes me 47 days, then so be it. Here’s Day Number 5. I wanted to edit it to make it more “show”, less “tell”, but this draft has been open for three days so I decided to just post it. So here ya go.

Jade Ship

A ship is meant to soar across the raging sea, to battle wind and wave and arrive at its destination, perhaps a little harrowed, but still able to fulfill its duty.

This ship, though, would never see an ocean. The craftsman had spent weeks, drawing plans, carving stone, polishing the ship, adding gold accents. Now he had a beautiful ship, destined to a life of identity crisis.

The ship was the epitome of jade green. It sparkled in the dim light of the workshop. It was a pixie-perfect ship, the perfect size and color for island faeries to sail small streams and soar the open sky.

When toys are shaped like larger items, they at least have the benefit of pretending to be the item they are. The imaginations of children takes them through larger than life scenarios in which they experience more adventure than a real bear, little girl, or train ever could.

But the jade ship was not a toy, and there were no faeries to utilize it. The sail was strong, but would never meet a strong wind. The wheel was expertly crafted but would not turn.

The old craftsman looked sadly at his creation. It was beautiful, and filled his heart with sadness as beautiful things are wont to do.

He put it on the shelf of his shop, along with his other wares and waited. If someone bought it, the ship could receive the appreciation it deserved. Though it was destined to life on a shelf, it could at least be admired.

Days went by. People came and people went. Some looked at the ship; some wanted very specific trinkets for their souvenirs. They chose glass flowers and woodland creatures.

One afternoon, an American soldier walked in. He perused the shop, looking for gifts for his family. He was trying to find items that were specific to Afganistan, items that they would feel were special. His eye caught the jade ship.

As he stared, he knew that this was perfect. It was locally made, and had a sense of magic about it. His sister would love it. So he purchased the ship, packed it up tightly, and put it on a boat to the U.S. The ship still wasn’t able to battle the roaring seas, but at least it got  to roll along the waves.

Posted on February 11, 2013, in short story, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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