Mean Something

The sound of the waves gently crashing against the shores, albeit very faint, was the only thing he could hear. Unlike the normal scene, he was standing on the sands of the cove, peering into the indefinite waters. The moon was still high up in the sky, making the dark waters light up from its reflection. He wanted to see the distant land, but there was nothing.

Silence was the only language he spoke in this place. There was no one else, and his thoughts wouldn't even wander off to anything else but the waters. He didn't know why he was standing there or how he even got to this place…

All Sinclair knew was that he stood there, seemingly waiting.

His eyes blinked at the subtle wind. It had been hours since he was here, and yet he had no more recollection of anything. All he knew was that he was seeing the waters at night. He couldn't even recall his name or what he really was.