Howls

All creatures of this world have managed to indulge in there primal instincts other than one. Some might swindle, some just mind their own routine, others crave solace and so most of all have let these instinct take over and survived the longest but human has chased perfection, they single handedly combine all these instinct that each of their own individual personalities have. A indistinct mutation to the essential order of nature itself, carving on intuitions and hopes of better future or tomorrow as they might say. The nature of things in their essence of physicality, that this world has to offer have always been as simple as picking up a stick of the ground. How do they do this?, or is it just what they know might be a question, which doesn't arise much but because no one likes to asks much, it'll remain a mystery or more of a question for the infinite thoughts that roars in ones and all of human minds.

Choosing between the time and the desired destination is only a question when one wants that location to be the end to the journey, not when this desire can essentially can be a kind of restriction on either the time or location. Ways, roads, paths and routes that lead to where one wants to be, as one has choose them are also desire driven attempt. This is a trait humans grasp and unconsciously understand too well like a spell of their own making, that is making up for the non-instinctive yet an instinctive proclamation towards their own individual destiny and identity which they have safe guarded.

The waves of the western sea smashed across the deck of the row boat and sound of that rhythm was something that Ishva seemed to enjoy, this was the twelfth hour of the continuous rowing and course correction through compass. Boat-man kept his silence till now but not the winds, not the waves, not the birds, they always were in an incredible state of endless repetition that was never the same, having subtleties that keen senses would always enjoy. Seemingly, the happy tune that Ishva enjoy shattered when the boatman swiftly kept the oars inside the boat, with the rowing stopped silence downed and the tried boat-man continued his banter "The wear and tear of the wood in here needs to be taken care of, als....".

A long sign broke boat-man's steady look at the aft as his words stuck and vanished when he followed the line of sight of the man who was almost freeloading his boat. As the full prestige of this island with archaic and an arctic chill slid nearer in the faint moonlight, the glimpse of serenity filled the boat-man's vision and heart. The silent loomed over this piece of land as the boat drifted steadily towards the silvery shore and the boat drifted itself to it like a bee in love with flowers drawn to the nectar. The beach's shore line seemed shallow and once the boat stuck itself to the sand the duo willingly disembark off the champion boat as Ishva was told about the makeshift rowing contest that boat-man had won while he had rowed on for half a day.

The sounds went inaudible as Ishva looked at the moon and then back at the majestic island that he stood on. After a deep breath his thoughts were to take a long sleep, he looked back at the sea towards the mainland, his thoughts obscure to fatigued boatman as if comparing the indistinct difference in two places. The boat-man saw how Ishva went about scaling the shore and reading something off his books, "If reading had helped you row, I wouldn't be asking for money." He said shouting at the top of his voice, finally exhausted too much to even keep any decorum for Ishva to feel any less regret for the continuous labor.

Ishva turned to look over his shoulder and smiled meekly at this ill-informed fella feeling a bit guilt.

With big strides he walked about this lonely beach humming to himself picking up twigs and scraps of dried leaves and grass off the shore. The moonlight made a shadow of a huge monolith rock pointing in towards the island. The erect smooth falls, of this sea worn rock tower at periphery of the beach caught Ishva's attention more than a few times and so unconsciously the boat-man walked in straight to it.

Ishva still had his sling bag on him which was carefully tucked and buckled before he went of the boat, he dig into one of the pocket carefully taking out a set of keys which he tucked in on of the hooks over his sling bag. When he looked up the boat man imitating the still rock tower another smile broke on this elderly who didn't believe his age.

The loud shout that faded earlier was the only sound and with its death the waves breaking by the rock tower and winds have replaced just then the distant clings of the key ring on leather resounded. An anvil to mend iron, this is how Ishva felt the tower looked.

The blue moon light phased the boat-man and he followed the chimes of the keys which have formed a slow rhythm blending in with the whistling of winds. He saw Ishva now and couldn't understand why he appeared to disappear in the dark and murky expense of this unknown island the odd design of the rock which amazed him had vanished and he was about to roar a opinion the second time "Time is precious but resting well helps row for long." He seemed to have lost in his word and couldn't make out what he wanted to say clearly and that's when he saw the ferry vanish in by the corner opposite to the rock tower.

Ishva heard the proclamation and walked briskly towards the periphery of the bushy and dense island forest. Fatigue from the journey of constant rowing didn't bother him much, scent of lilies, roses and other flowers making up a high percent of the total shrubbery permitted in his nostrels with a long breadth and soft sigh. Venturing deep in the dark overgrowth at the darkest time of the day was not a choice but a necessity for Ishva,  the required twigs and essential gathering was mostly done by the edges but a extra supply of dry and juicy edibles demanded a little expedition. He looked around to fetch some fruits and berries from the overgrowth. The walk he took made the time fly and sleep vanished with the advent of the first beam of light, transcendent color of the rainbow scattered and grazed his eyes when sun rose steadily. Hushes of the forest inhabitants cooed out from around him.

As the overzealous ferry returned the sunlight pierced  the horizon and dazzled boat-man's eyes, he woke up with a grumble and yawned, the delight of fresh air stuck his head for the first time.  "I be leaving now, ju.," another interception from the exceptionally delighted Ishva cut his speech short, "The green one is sweet, but this reddish green one is, " he stopped raising his hands "You'll get the payment, but breakfast is first."

He placed the bulky makeshift basket made out of long climbers and big leaves on one side and gave a orange to boat-man. The ripe fruit was tempting and he started munching it down in his half awake state. "I need to go in explore the island,"said Ishva clearly to him and squatted down sliding the bag in front and continued "This bag has the money help me explore through the island, once I find what I am looking for." he pressed the buckle as the sling bag fell on the white sad of the island.

By the time the oranges were eaten the boatman had not been able to utter anything, he ate in silence and gulped down the last of the juice fruit he said, "I like oranges, I take money for rowing only." rubbing his hands in the sand he continued a bit loudly, "Tell me what you searching in this silent Island." the sound of Ishva taking a large bite off the reddish green fruit followed by the click from the buckle of bag was heard, as he got up and picked up a sturdy branch and passed it to the boat-man. He picked up another crooked stick and started walking back in towards the overgrowth.

"Housing and industrial land." with a chuckle Ishva proclaimed, "A malignant desire don't you think?" Boat-man picked the straight wooden branch and poked it in the dry sand saying "You joke too much." he'd bent to pick up the makeshift basket and hung it along one side of the branch before tugging it over his shoulder.

"Well it's easier to laugh than to frown.," quick rebuttal by him somehow bought a irritated look on boat-man's face, "Are'nt you afraid I'll ask for a share in the treasure?" said the ignorant sailor, while walking up to catch the every walking Ishva.

"Treasure!" exclaimed Ishva jumping over a long dead white fallen tree by the periphery of the forest, "So it's a pirate's dream." his words drifted almost as if talking to his own self.

"What ?" Boat-man replied promptly for his response.

"It's a treasure to the right eyes." He said gulping down a berry. "I also want to know what eyes it seek, something had cried out in so many books and scriptures, it is worth checking."turning towards the boatman he said with a smile. The timeless beauty vapored with the morning sun, as the two man party ventured dead deep and followed the same direction as Ishva had walked on the last night.