SURE AS THE SUN WILL RISE
by
Anthony Rain Starez

sun.jpg (12407 bytes) His mornings would start early in the darkness before dawn. Readying his fishing gear while sipping on thick rich coffee, Salvador Julio Quezada was only 19 years old, yet wise and mature for his age.

He'd spent his entire life in the small fishing village of Montoya, and there was never any question as to what Julio would be when he grew up.
For his father, grandfather and great grandfather were all fisherman...it was the only thing Julio knew. And besides, Julio was good at his trade and a well-respected fisherman in the village.

Each day Julio would watch the Sun slowly rise above the Eastern horizon as he pulled steadily on the oars of his small boat, taking him to the plentiful fishing waters off the coast of his island homeland of Isla de Azul.

His days were spent on the crystal clear waters under the watchful eye of the Sun. Since he was a child he'd grumble to the Sun if a fish would get away and rejoice to his brilliant friend when he'd pull a prize fish onboard. And on days that the sky was overcast he'd feel lonely...like he was missing a friend.

There's no doubt, the life of a fisherman is one of solitude, and I'm sure that many a fisherman has lost reign of his senses out on the open sea. Whether Julio was one remains unknown, but one thing's for sure, the long hours of hypnotic rocking up and down with the persistent waves can do strange things to a man's mind.

sun_2.jpg (17144 bytes) With all due respect, Julio had developed an unusual relationship with the Sun, calling it "Mi Amor," and treating it as if it were his girlfriend. Legend has it that she would speak back to him. And so the old story-tellers of Montoya say a bond of love grew between them.

Reading romantic novels and poems to the Sun, Julio would pass the time with his faithful companion. Listening intently, the Sun would smile at Julio from overhead, and sometimes cry in the form of rain at particularly sad passages. Together, Julio and the Sun would become ever so close.
Each afternoon Julio would begin his long row home as his love, the Sun, would slowly slip away into the West until only her bright glow could be seen peeking from over the horizon. Each afternoon Julio's heart would break a little deeper, wishing so badly that she did not have to leave him. For the Sun was truly Julio's only friend.

One warm June night, while sitting on the old wooden dock, with a lonely wind blowing through Julio's long black hair - and his heart - Julio devised a plan to himself.

A plan of trickery it was, but Julio's passion for his sweet warm Sun had grown to obsession. He was sick inside without her at night, and would lie in bed awake wondering if she had other loves in other parts of the World as she made her way around the globe.

And so it was that Julio set out the next morning with 300 feet of thick rope he'd found in his father's boat basin.

The day started out as usual, and Julio read from Shakespear's "Romeo and Juliette," a novel of relentless love between teenagers facing adversity, much the way he saw his relationship with the Sun. It was somehow an explanation for what he was about to do, like pleading for forgiveness before you commit the sin.

"That was beautiful," replied the Sun as Julio finished and closed the book. Then Julio stood up in the boat and lost his balance, falling overboard. The startled Sun cried out Julio's name and waited for him to surface, but he did not. She waited and waited, then fearing for Julio's life she thrust a large Sun-ray into the blue Caribbean waters, hoping to save him.

Knowing the Sun would not leave him to drown, Julio waited under the boat, breathing from a scuba tank of oxygen he'd fastened to the hull the night before. When Julio saw the Sun ray pierce the water searching for him, he swam to it with the rope he'd tied around his ankle.

Tightening his noose around the Sun's powerful ray, he swam to the surface and climbed in the boat. By now, the Sun had pulled her ray back from the water and saw that she was secured by the rope. She cried, and begged Julio not to do this terrible deed.

As the Sun's tears fell down upon Julio in the form of a heavy downpour, Julio stood, reached out toward the heavens and shouted in his pain,

"But I love you my Sun...I cannot bare it when you leave me at night. My mind wonders of who you might love in other strange lands. Maybe there's another fisherman who has won your love, and you will never return to me again. And I will spend my remaining days in darkness.

Please understand mi amor, I only do this because I love you...."

In her fight to be free, the powerful Sun pulled the tiny boat very fast across the water, while Julio held on to the sides in fear. He pleaded for the Sun to stop as the small vessel started to shake, and then break up. Pieces of the wood started ripping off, and Julio thought this might be his last day. Then the Sun began to slow down, slower and slower until she stopped altogether.....She whispered to Julio in a betrayed voice, "Your mistrust has hurt me, and left me tired. I returned each day because I loved you, you loved me for who I am. Now your efforts to hold my love as ransom have destroyed the honesty of true friendship lovers feel....Julio, I must leave you forever!!"

sun_3.jpg (13086 bytes) Julio sobbed loudly and begged for the Sun's forgiveness, but as his tears formed a puddle in the bottom of the boat, his shadow grew long and the Sun sank quickly into the West.
The next morning started with rain and heavy dark skies that seemed to float very low as Julio pulled on the oars of his small boat as he'd done so many times before. But this morning Julio hung his head, for his spirit was wounded.

Nine o'clock, ten o'clock, eleven o'clock came and still no Sun....Julio was now certain he'd live out his life in complete darkness, and his village would forever curse his name for making the Sun leave.

Then suddenly the clouds began to thin, and what was dark and gloomy began to turn a shade brighter. Could it be Julio's desperate mind was now playing tricks on him? Julio stood and looked to the sky, and they say his tears of pain turned to tears of joy within a split-second as he saw the beautiful Sun smile down upon him with her brilliant bursts of sunlight.

Julio screamed out in joy, "You're back....Ohhh, mi amor I will never try to harness your love again, I was selfish. I am truly sorry for my actions, and I promise that my house of love for you will always be built on a rock of friendship."

Julio's words touched the Sun deeply, for she still loved him, and as she continued to break through the clouds casting her brilliance upon the Caribbean waters, she replied, "And with your true love I promise to always return."

sun_4.jpg (15401 bytes) And to this day the old storytellers of Montoya say that because of Julio's love, the Sun, in all her life-giving glory, rises each morning in the East to keep her promise. To others, Julio was just another fisherman who's lost himself on the waters of isolation, stuck somewhere in a fantasy of his own mind.