Dancing Bottle
The bottle danced up and down over the waves. It was difficult to make out. The rain slapped him in the face, always making it difficult to look up. At the same time he had to be careful not to slip on the narrow, slippery wooden footbridge that he was running along. His hands tightened around the broom he was holding. If he was too slow the bottle would be washed back into the sea.
The thought that he might risk his life for an empty bottle shot through his head. Maybe he was just chasing after a fantasy. But his feeling told him that this bottle was a message from the tower. Something had been dropped out of the window and it had to be this bottle.
He hurriedly took hold of the broom and began fishing in the water with the bristle end. At the the first attempt the bottle slid over the broom, as well as the second time. Only at the third try he kicked it into the air and it landed on the dock. Immediately he threw the broom to the side and reached for the bottle.
The cork was sealed with wax and there was a note on the inside. It was actually a message. As he walked back to the covered huts, he took out his pocket knife.
It didn't take long for him to remove the cork. Under the protection of the roof, he pulled the content out of the bottle.
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He opened the paper with trembling hands. He stared at a neat, elegant handwriting.
"You're too curious. She'll get you"
With a cry, he dropped the note. The wind caught the paper and in the next moment it had been swallowed by the sea.