Saint

by Adrienne Young

And the only place I loved more than the reef was the netting that stretched across the jib of the Lark, where Saint and I slept in each other’s arms most nights.

“Was about to come down there and get you.”

MY HEART

“You wouldn’t last two minutes down there.”

I beg to differ

Saint reached out for me and when I took hold of him, his brow cinched. He pulled me onto the deck, hands pressing to my shoulder, my throat, my cheek. “You’re cold, love.” He said it almost to himself.

They were the story of the sea itself. Her love and her anger. Her favor and her cruelty.

The sea gives. Saint believed that she would never betray him. He’d given his heart to her, after all. Like he’d given it to me. But something told me the deep wouldn’t share a love like that forever. One day, she would take.

Saint is my favorite character I’ve written to date,

Thank you for being Saint’s biggest fan, best advocate, and borderline stalker. He’s very grateful.