The last memory of my parents is of them standing on the wind-swept shore at sunrise, waving in the distance and becoming smaller until the shore disappeared from view and all that was left was the sea.
Alas, those days are distant, dwelling only in my heart. How do I write of my passing across the Great Sea without feeling the sadness of this parting ? Namarië adar, Namarië emel ! Namarië...whispers in the wind filling the sails of the white ship carrying me away from you.
The ship became to glide through the mist of twilight. Swiftly and surely fading away into the great blue vastness. I raised my hand in a last farewell before the light of the stars glimmered one more time above Taniquetil, and was lost.
"Aa' i'sul nora lanne'lle. Tenna' ento lye omenta vi Valimar, Namarië" The gentle sound of little waves against the sides of my ship, the calls of the seagulls, and the songs of the whales, were all that was left.
From that moment onwards, over the tides of time and centuries my life was on the sea. Twice I circumnavigated Middle-earth, and more than once I sailed along the whole landboard of Endor, from the frozen waters of Forodwaith, to the warm and dangerous sea of Harad in the south.
Old as I am, my heart is still unchanged. To sail upon new seas and lands upon discovery until the time comes to make the last crossing back into the west and anchor ship in the calm and blessed water of Valinor.
