Island Like 0 Twitter James Gabriel Follow July 5, 2016, 9:40 p.m. in Creative Views: 697 Like us on facebook I am a thousand years old riding a motorized skiff that has done with sails as Nemo’s submarine used once to cross oceans taking time in leagues. I am not alive until the spray touches my face, the salty mist kicked up from the sea. On the horizon an image arises. as a torn paper backdrop jagged and rocky, a mountainous barge floating in a purple haze lost in a frontier of waves, thoughts of a last hope unexplored, a temptress of sanctuary awaiting a castaway. Beneath the shimmer of liquid glass is a hidden life of cavernous ranges lakes and rivers held under pressure. I float above the depths the roll tossing legs to bow shipmates standing at the bow leagues above a world below. I sail on, with and without them, I am a thousand years old. Published by James Gabriel Share Mail Messenger Twitter Pinterest Linkedin Comments Related Article Creative An Island Hunters fantasy in Cape Cod Creative Write Stuff Video Podcast -- The Island by J. L. Pattison Creative weekend in newport, rhode island.