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Sea Tale

It happened not far from here, out of that mountain, like a dinosaur came to drink. Storm began. On the shore, poluzasypanny sand lying on his side the old boat. Boat creaked and sighed heavily. He knew - this is his last storm. Rotten covering not stand the pounding waves. Another hour or two - and it will take away the debris in the sea ...

Only a huge wooden Helm did not share his concerns. The mighty wheel of the wheel, darkened by sea salt impregnated and polished by human hands for so many years, turned to the bustling sea.

Old Helm dreamed. He was an incorrigible romantic, like his friend - the Captain. They both long months are sailing, trying to ignore the grumbling and complaints of the boat, which "needs a warm and calm dock, secured enough tar and paint old age, and not all there travel-adventure ..."

Then Captain old. All he rarely came to visit his ship in port. Ship Helm very bored without his friend. He recalled distant voyages, flocks of flying fish and branches of red and yellow corals in the deep ocean. And then spray-drops, crawling on the arm of his wheels, seemed tears in his wrinkled old man's face. But more fun Helm turn the wheel, imagining themselves in the open sea: "The course south-south-west! Fifteen degrees to the left! Turn over-forestay!"

And now he was thinking about how difficult it is in this weather, ships at sea, as the bulk of boiling foam waves fall on the deck, zakruzhivaya whirlpools and knocking sailors in rubber raincoats ... He wanted to be there with them, help, help out ... And then the wheel was firmly built into the deck.

"Let go of me," - he asked. "Do not let go - grumbled harmful Barkas. - Here's another: Do not enough to tackle deserted the ship and wandered anywhere!"

In the midst of the dispute to the deck cool out old water rat. She still remembered the time when the ship, humming taut screws, the stocks went on his first voyage ... Rat lived a long and peaceful life in the hold, among the boxes of provisions and sailors hammocks. She bite sacks of grain crackers stealing the sailors and cutting jerky. The fact that she could not eat right away, rat hiding in various dark corners of the ship. She had so many hiding places, many of which she herself pozabyvala. Rat thought hold his own, and it is very annoying when some sailor strove kill her or run a mop slippers when she made the evening bypassing their possessions.

Now for the water rat came expanse. Supplies she had in abundance, and mop slippers disappeared along with hammocks and sailors. When the rats wanted something tasty, it gnawed bulkheads hold, smelling of goods from the far southern countries ... Last she broke two teeth, chewing on a piece of wall with the smell of Australian mangoes. Wrapped in a piece of vest, the Rat sat on wet boards and displeasure bristling mustache, watched the helm.

      - What, all the creaks? - Rat came waddling to the wheel. Tried to bite off a piece of the wheel. No. Krepkovat yet. Nothing! Soon the salty sea water lapped soften tree.

      - Here you stand here - Rat pulled from the gap between the boards and the grain began to chew it, deftly pere6iraya paws - no one wants, rotten dreamer. Enjoyed you while was young - and kicked! Another thing - I am! Look, life lived for myself - I do not need anybody, I will not need it. No dreams, only severe profit. I live quietly in satiety and contentment. The day passed - great! Flew night - too good! Do you think I was doing? Was. According to Young, rat of, I lived in the galley, next to the box for the potatoes. Oh fear suffered enough! All walks shaking, plates, forks fly and spinner all strive ladle slam - that's all the romance.

Helm was listening, listening, and his patience snapped. He reached all of its wooden parts, straightened.

      - Do not you understand! Is it possible to compare the sea distance to crowding hold or sharp cry petrel with peaceful lapping of the waves? Thousands of sea devils! Does not disturb the soul stories about terrible monsters depths and underwater caves, mazes, where buccaneers hide the treasure chest? This is the life! You live the sea, to serve him. You - part of the great brotherhood of the sea, where the chief law - help in trouble. Wherever you may be - take your time! Is not that happiness - give happiness? Is not this life - to save the life of another?

Old rats have long eaten grain and now cleaned claws fur. The words did not touch the steering wheel of her bilge soul ...

Suddenly became fierce pounding waves and storm hit longboat with a bang. Rat leaped into the hold, Helm, trembling, shouted toward the elements: "Revie! Cruz, strike! This sailor is not afraid of the storm, and we are never afraid of the captain it! Thunder strike me, if we again will not stand in front of you!"

But then the old Barkas broke down and sigh with relief collapsed. Tired old man fight with the sea and the wind. Old Rat zabivshayasya fear in the darkest corner of the hold, got into the whirlpool with crusty bread, chips and nedogryzennymi bulkheads. A hand wheel ripped from the deck and swept out to sea. There, he had a long swim in the company of different currents and once in a terrible hurricane saved the life of one sailor from the sinking ship. The man clutched the steering wheel, and the two days as I could comfort him, reassuring creaking and turning water wheel. Then they both picked fishermen natives. The man took the wheel to his homeland, in a distant country.

Saved was owner of a large fishing seiner. Now, on the bridge, next to the latest devices and electronic devices, is proud our old wooden Helm, sighs and squeaks ... Dreams. About what? Probably something distant and beautiful ...