This is a short scene I wrote up a while back. Same story, in two points of view. Hope you enjoy =)
3rd POV
Tarnished boots clanked the deck in rapid pace. Alissandra leapt and smacked into the netting of thick, woven ropes and began to climb the ship’s tall mast. Off the horizon, a shadow caught her eye, causing her to pause in mid-step. She squinted from the bright glare of the sky coated with white, cottony mists and raised an eyebrow, hesitantly moving upward.
Swinging her legs over the crow’s nest railing, she planted her feet, leaning with the tipping motions the ship made in a calm terrain of a vast turquoise sea. Cooling winds flapped Alissandra’s loose, long sleeve while she took up her telescope. The approaching ship neared fast, and a breath seeped from her gaping lips as her eager fingers gripped tighter. It was Bengemin’s ship, the young king, and a close friend of hers. She scanned the deck through her scope, pinning out Bengemin’s aunt, draped in silks.
Alissandra slumped miserably, reflecting on his aunt’s ability to malign those “less fortunate”, something she called Alissandra. Shuddering, Alissandra quickly moved her view, searching. At last, she spotted him . . . Bengemin poised in dark pants, boots, and a loose white long-sleeve. He stood near the wheel with his telescope to his eye—pointed directly at her. Gasping, Alissandra dropped her hands and bit her bottom lip. Unable to resist, she lifted the viewer back to her eye. He was grinning.
1st POV
I was born to the sea. Sailed the world, seen numerous things beyond imagination. Yet, nothing could ever compare to this divine moment, I thought, as I leaned with the tipping motions the ship made in a calm terrain. From the crow’s nest, I gazed out at the vast sea, shimmering from the bright glare of an overcast sky.
Moments before, a shadow off the horizon had caught my eye as I climbed the tall mast. I recognized it was a ship, but couldn’t make out if it was friend or foe. Although, the shape made me wonder . . . was that—could it be? I grabbed my ‘scope once in the nest, but it wasn’t until the ship drew closer did I realize it was the king, a dear friend of mine!
Crewmen on board the approaching ship came into view, including one I’d prefer to vanish from the earth. Bengemin’s aunt, looking stiff as a vertical plank draped in silks. Sour memories poured into my mind of that woman’s ability to slander and look down that winkled nose at those “less fortunate” as she labeled mates like me.
A chilling shudder shot up my spine at the mere sight of her and—quickly—moved my viewer, searching the bodies. At last, there he was! Bengemin poised in his casual attire near the wheel. He held his telescope to his eye—pointed directly at me!? My hands dropped to my sides. What must I look like? Maybe he was looking somewhere else on my ship? I lifted the viewer back to my eye and saw he was grinning.
I appreciate any constructive critiques. Are my descriptions stretched out too long? Is there a natural flow to both pieces? Feel free to give your honest opinion. Thank you! =)
