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therealjae, and courtesy of agrumer:
Donna, the Vampire Slayer: Buffy/West Wing crossover fanfic.
therealjae, and courtesy of agrumer:Donna, the Vampire Slayer: Buffy/West Wing crossover fanfic.
Nov. 13th, 2002
And the waves will take him in again.
Nov. 13th, 2002 10:28 amI always knew he wouldn't stay.
When Ben first sailed into Baltimore Harbor, I thought he'd be here for a week or two. He was full of plans to sail up the Saint Lawrence Seaway into the Great Lakes, and from there to work his way over to the Mississippi. He wanted to sail across the Atlantic to Europe. What he didn't want to do was live on land. Ever. I never imagined that his visit to Baltimore would stretch into something over two years.
He stayed in marinas over the winter, hooked up to electric power to run the lights and the ceramic heaters. In the summer, he anchored out in the harbor and ran his computer off the solar cells above the cockpit. I'd stand on the end of the pier and he'd come over the broad expanse of water to collect me in the dinghy. I'd climb down into the warm dark cave of the aft cabin and be rocked in the arms of the waves.
We explored the restaurants of Baltimore together, both of us firm believers in the art and sensuality of food. We saw the tropical fish at the aquarium and the mosaics at the Baltimore Museum of Art together. We drove up to a converted monastery in the mountains and curled up together on an ancient leather couch beside the fireplace. He came home with me for Thanksgiving and charmed my entire family.
I always knew he wouldn't stay. Our song was about leaving: "I'm a rover and I'm bound to sail away. I'm a rover - will you love me anyway?"
It's not in my nature to go to sea. It's not in his nature to live on land. The moment when we first joined hands contained within itself the moment when I stood on the pier this morning, looking down at the Ulysses and raising my hand in farewell.
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When Ben first sailed into Baltimore Harbor, I thought he'd be here for a week or two. He was full of plans to sail up the Saint Lawrence Seaway into the Great Lakes, and from there to work his way over to the Mississippi. He wanted to sail across the Atlantic to Europe. What he didn't want to do was live on land. Ever. I never imagined that his visit to Baltimore would stretch into something over two years.
He stayed in marinas over the winter, hooked up to electric power to run the lights and the ceramic heaters. In the summer, he anchored out in the harbor and ran his computer off the solar cells above the cockpit. I'd stand on the end of the pier and he'd come over the broad expanse of water to collect me in the dinghy. I'd climb down into the warm dark cave of the aft cabin and be rocked in the arms of the waves.
We explored the restaurants of Baltimore together, both of us firm believers in the art and sensuality of food. We saw the tropical fish at the aquarium and the mosaics at the Baltimore Museum of Art together. We drove up to a converted monastery in the mountains and curled up together on an ancient leather couch beside the fireplace. He came home with me for Thanksgiving and charmed my entire family.
I always knew he wouldn't stay. Our song was about leaving: "I'm a rover and I'm bound to sail away. I'm a rover - will you love me anyway?"
It's not in my nature to go to sea. It's not in his nature to live on land. The moment when we first joined hands contained within itself the moment when I stood on the pier this morning, looking down at the Ulysses and raising my hand in farewell.
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