Source: Unfinished Tales
Disclaimer: It's all Tolkien's, all of it.
Author's Note: For the 'Life Aquatic' challenge.
The brine-tinged wind woke him from his living slumber. Salt burned on his lips. He would have leaped into the steely waters, but the beast he rode would not wait - mighty Turuphanto waited for no man. He laughed over the bow, a joyful, shrieking sound, stolen by the rushing wind and roaring sea.
What was land but rock and tree? What was woman but a mortal thing? The sea was home and lover both; he would have no other ‘til the great swells were done with him and cast him back to shore. Until then, Numenor would wait. And Erendis.