Marine

A long time ago V. was a very young boy full of expectations. He had no real fears and believed in the complexion of any of his desires. Nowadays, He still was full of them but life had thought him one or two lessons that somehow lowered his level of confidence.
He remembered how as a child, during the long summer stays at his uncle mansion on the Blackpool coast, he spent hours playing in the sea. He remembered how fascinated he was by it. Its quietness and immutable rhythm, the soft sound of the waves dying on the sand, the smell of rotting weeds, the infinite horizon…
While the other children kept a very respectful distance towards the water, he never felt afraid of it. Even when once he was trapped in one of its underwater current and felt like maybe this was it, he won’t be able to beat the strength of the ocean. He stayed surprisingly steady. He waited and waited after each wave passage until the sea, like if it was tired of playing with him, let him go from its furious embrace.

This noticeable event made him understood that he had a great ability to cope with dramatic pressure. He would however discover much later that it could also be one of his biggest weaknesses.