The Call of the Tides: A Dog's Journey from Farm to Island

On a coastal farm where sea breezes danced through rows of artichokes and strawberries, a pup was born under a crescent moon. The farmer, a gentle soul with weathered hands, named the litter in his heart but never aloud, for he believed names were earned by deeds. Among the pups, one stood out—a wiry, brown-furred creature with a streak of white running down his nose and a boundless curiosity in his eyes.

The farm was a paradise for the pup. He raced along the riverbank, splashing in the shallows, and chased gulls that circled above the glittering lake at the farm’s edge. The other farm dogs taught him the art of herding, their barks sharp as commands but their tails wagging with encouragement. He grew agile and strong, a swift shadow among the crops, nipping at the heels of errant sheep and bounding through fields of green.

One day, the farmer decided to bring him along to the bustling harbor festival. The pup, now a young dog with the keen sense of adventure that had always defined him, leapt onto the farmer’s cart, tail wagging furiously. The festival was a sensory overload: the tang of salt in the air, the shouts of fishmongers, the laughter of children. The dog marveled at the boats bobbing in the harbor, their sails painted in bright, joyous colors.

But joy turned to chaos as the sea, unbidden, rose with a roar. A tsunami—a monstrous wall of water—rushed toward the shore, swallowing the festival whole. The dog barked wildly, warning those who could hear. The farmer, gripping a lamppost with all his strength, shouted for the dog to hold on. But the wave was relentless, sweeping the dog away in a torrent of debris and foam.

When the world stopped spinning, the dog found himself on a small fishing boat, soaked and shivering. The fisherman who rescued him was a wiry old man with eyes that seemed to read the sea like a book. "Well, aren’t you a lucky one?" he said, wrapping the dog in a rough woolen blanket. The boat carried them far from the devastated harbor, and when they reached an island cloaked in mist, the fisherman gave the dog a pat. "This is as far as I go, boy. The rest is up to you."

The island was a wild place, its cliffs wrapped in vines and its forests alive with the calls of unseen creatures. The dog, undeterred, began to explore. He found a pack of feral dogs, their leader a grizzled matriarch who sized him up with a glance. They taught him the ways of the island: where to find fresh water, how to fish for crabs in the tide pools, and which caves to shelter in when the storms came.

Yet, the dog never forgot the farm. On quiet nights, he’d gaze across the sea, his ears pricked as if listening for the farmer’s whistle. His longing found solace in adventure, for the island was a place of endless discovery. He climbed its tallest peaks, where the winds carried the scent of salt and far-off lands, and he stood guard on its beaches, barking at the horizon.

One night, as he rested beneath a canopy of stars, a poem formed in his heart:

Oh, waves that took me far from home,
Your whispers lead where wild things roam.
Yet still I dream of fields and stream,
Of hearth and hand, of a farmer’s gleam.

The dog had become something more than a farmhand or a castaway. He was a wanderer now, a part of the untamed island, and a keeper of its secrets. And though the farmer’s light post was far away, he knew one truth: his tale was just beginning.

Poem by Salty Pete of Tilbury, currently floating around the Marquesas Islands.

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