Sometimes I hear voices.

By Mike Jastrzebski

We were offshore headed from Charleston, SC to Beaufort, NC when I heard someone calling. Not calling for me specifically, but just a call out from across the water. An unknown voice searching for an unknown response. I looked around. After all, I’ve lived on our boat long enough to know that voices carry from one end of a marina to another with astonishing clarity. But I wasn’t in a marina. I was maybe 30 miles offshore and the above picture shows exactly what I saw. Nothing but water.

I turned to Mary and said, “You know, sometimes when we’re out sailing in the middle of nowhere I hear voices.”

A strange look flashed across her face and she nodded. “I do too. I wonder what causes that?”

I couldn’t answer that question. Was it our imagination? A lost soul calling out to us from Davy Jones’s locker? A mermaid? The distant cry of a lonely whale?

I’m afraid we’ll never know, but it makes me wonder if anyone else has encountered this phenomenon? If so, please let me know. You see, not only do I hear voices, but I’m a naturally curious fellow.

Anyway, we’re in Beaufort for a few days before heading up to the Cheasapeake. Also, book two in my Wes Darling series, Dog River Blues (Wes Darling Book 2), is on sale for only .99 today through Saturday, August 2nd.

Share on Facebook