When the Sea Turned Blue

A 2,700 years old legend

It was a breezeless autumn dawn. Old waves fondled the sand, frothed then withdrew silently offshore. The yawning sun haloed the hills and drew the silhouette of a single mast against the fading darkness. A ship with sagging ropes stood motionless in the bay. Not a bird flew nor a fish swam. Only a man wading ankle deep in the white sea(1) lent life to the desolation while his village lay sleeping behind. 'Adon, son of Hanno, grandson of Yutpan the fisherman, reached the edge of the outcrop, crouched then waited.

'Adon lived in an obscure crossroads on the eastern coast of the middle of the earth(2). His hut was one of twenty on the out-skirts of Amrit and less than a prsha(3) to the north. More villagers worked in this great city as servants for the Amorites(4) or as peasants in the fields than fishermen. Yet Amrit with all of its glory and splendor was overshadowed by the island kingdom of Arvad(5), home of shipwrights, seafarers and mariners whose indestructible ships plowed the waves and ruled the seas. From his perch 'Adon glanced toward the tiny island still shrouded in morning mist then focused on the water below. The spear rested lightly on his thighs while his eyes penetrated the depth in search of movement. He caught the silvery flicker at the corner of his field of vision and before the bass had a chance to see him ‘Adon’s spear pierced through its flesh. More light seeped from the east as he lowered his body to the water line and retrieved spear and fish.

The shrieks of seagulls bounced and echoed off the walls of the narrow alleys awakening Melita(6) from her sleep. A narrow door at the corner of her room led to an elevated garden. She walked out and climbed a few steps to the tower then emerged on a landing with a commanding view of the island. Arvad measured 800 by 500 paces in all. Yet on that balmy morning it was the throne of the most powerful maritime kingdom in the world. Melita shepherded the vagrant strands of her wavy hair and tied them back in a ponytail. She gazed at the mainland’s coastline stretching till eternity. Tears swelled in her blue eyes for she will soon see her land no more. Ashtar, one of her father’s most magnificent ships, was moored on the beach across. Anguish tore at Melita’s heart and she sobbed.

source: http://www.spike.com/video/eye-inthe-sea/2816941

The king’s envoys conscribed hundreds of men from the realm. From Ugarit to Tyre, they were brought to Arvad then shipped to Krit(7). King Danel Baal had forged a new alliance with the Kritians and was sending support troops to join in the war against the People from the North. In a gesture of good will, he gave his only daughter, Princess Melita, in marriage to the King of Krit. Seven of the strongest men were handpicked to escort the princess on her voyage and to man the ship. Ashtar laden with gifts of gold and dyes and glass and wine stayed on anchor not far from the sacred hill. King Danel Baal and Princess Melita landed ashore at noon coming from the island. The high priestess of the temple chanted invocations in a hymn to Hadad and Atargatis(8). Save Melita from the perils of land and sea, she prayed. Bless her and her husband-to-be with the offspring to fill the western islands and the Levant with the wise and the heroic. The throngs from mountain and plain converged near the bay to bid their princess farewell. The blood of a hundred sacrificial goats flowed into the sea as Melita kissed her father’s hand and walked ahead of her guard. ‘Adon sitting on his rock watched the proceedings with quiet resentment. While the masses shoved and pushed to get a glimpse of the royals he was annoyed that all the fish were scared off. The king and his daughter robbed him of his daily living. That was the extent of his true feelings. Her head held high, Melita walked steadily on the gangway. She turned one last time to impregnate her mind with an undying image of her Levant. Fighting the impulse to watch and losing, ‘Adon looked in Melita’s direction. His bitter expression morphed into a stupefied stare when he saw her beautiful eyes flooding then two teardrops running down her cheeks. She boarded the ship and disappeared. His heart broke in pieces leaving a void in his chest. The sail caught a warm easterly wind, the wood creaked, her bow heaved then Ashtar took to the sea.

Melita stayed in her cabin till night fell on the ship. The food and wine that were brought to her earlier remained untouched. From the small window on the port side she saw the moon dancing with the gentle swell. Then without warning, low almost imperceptible sounds brought her out of her reverie. A soft whoosh, a faint rustle, a muffled gasp, a dull thud stabbed the silence in succession before the door opened. A wet naked man, save for a puny piece of clothing, stood in a puddle of water in the middle of her tight quarters. He held a dagger which caught a ray of light from the lantern overhead. It gleamed savagely, dripping blood from the tip of its blade. Melita recognized the wild almost inhuman stare. This is the man who looked at me with loathing. His eyes were the last thing I saw of home. He had swam all afternoon and well into the night following the ship. He already killed some or all of my guards and now he wants to kill me. “What did I do to deserve such a fate?”, the princess asked, not a hint of fear in her voice. The man knelt on one knee looking straight in her eyes, then in a subdued voice he spoke: “You cried your Highness and no man alive, not your father the king nor a stranger from the other side of my sea makes my princess cry and gets away with it. I already killed the men and threw them to the dogs of the deep. I am here to bring you back.”

Melita and ‘Adon swam side by side. Tears flowed from the eyes of Melita dyeing the white sea blue. By morning they landed on a desolate rocky islet. In the distance, her beloved Arvad scratched the horizon. ‘Adon’s hut was not terribly far and lay hidden behind the skyline of Amrit to the north and east.

They were lost at sea in the legends of my land but Melita and ‘Adon never left the rock of Hbas(9) where they loved each other till the last day of their life. Their many children, handsome, strong and with eyes the color of olives and of the sea returned to the sacred hill and built Tartous. This is the story of my city told by a descendant of these two eternal lovers . Believe it... or not.


1 white sea: The Mediterranean is still called the White Middle Sea in Arabic (Al Bahr Al Abyad Al Moutwasset)
2 middle of the earth: Literally the Mediterranean
3 prsha: A Syriac word meaning a one hour ride on horseback
4 Amorites: One of many Semitic peoples who inhabited the Levant and established the city of Amrit, 7 km to the south of modern Tartous
5 Arvad: The island of Arwad, Arvad is its original Phoenician name
6 Melita: A Phoenician female name meaning safe harbor
7 Krit: Today, the island of Crete in Greece
8 Hadad and Atargatis: 2 ancient Syrian (Phoenician deities) read about them here and here
9 Hbas: A small uninhabited rocky islet off the coast of Tartous and at 8 km to the southwest


BIL said…
A wonderful post and a unique window to the past of your beloved area of Tartous.
Isobel said…
A beautifully written legend, Abufares. :) I enjoyed the part about her tears turning the sea blue. A story told as only you can. Thank you.
Gabriela said…
What can a simple reader add to such a masterfully well narrated legend?
I love ancient legends from far away lands. Far away from me, that is.
I've read it's snowing in Damascus. Is it snowing in Tartous too? If so, enjoy it!
Abufares said…
Glad you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun putting this piece together.
Abufares said…
I'm glad you approve. The part about her tears turning the sea blue is the heart of the legend.
I have a love for the sea that transcends the affection of a man to a natural "feature". The beautiful blue eyes of a woman do not "look like" the sea. It's completely the other way around. The sea borrowed its blueness from her eyes. Does that make sense?
When I sit on my rock I lose myself in the depth of her eyes. The sea is a transient substitute.
Abufares said…
A simple reader can appreciate my writing and make me feel as if I'm on top of the world :-)
A legend is most beautiful when it touches the heart. I think this is true about Melita and 'Adon. And yes it snowed in Tartous, something very unusual for a coastal city on the eastern Mediterranean.
Yazan said…
And what wonderful descendants they have made.

For the first time ever, I felt like I wanted to be a Tartoussi. Ah, nevermind, it passed! ;)

Regards from your cousins to the north.
Abufares said…
Everyone, given a choice, would love to be a Tartoussi. Yup, even our cousins from the north, lolll.
Glad you enjoyed it my friend :-)
Anonymous said…
Tartous is a magical place and i can feel this magic and even go back there for a few minutes as I read your blog .. Thank you very much Abu Fares ..

expatriate tartoussi ..
Abufares said…
@expatriate tartoussi
Thank you for reading my blog. I'm glad I can bring you back dormant memories.
KJ said…
The legend of legends... I am considering making an anthology out of a selection of your posts!
Abufares said…
Go ahead please... make my day :-)
Glad you liked it KJ!
Anonymous said…
Abufares, thanks for this christmas gift
Anonymous said…
Hello there,

Are an evolutionist Abu Fares?
or just secular humanist ???

Mostafa H
Mariyah said…
I truly get lost in your words, Abufares. It's a perfectly beautiful tale that somehow I feel deserves to be a longer. This is in no way a criticism but rather a request that you consider revisiting the story and expanding it. This could just be a selfish request though as I never want your posts to end. :) Your talent knows no bounds my dear friend. Thank you.
Abufares said…
I'm glad I found you :-)
You do know me like an open book, don't you? This story crept up on me. I had to force myself to cut it short and you "simply" knew that.
I will return to it one day and expand on the second part of the "legend." All I need is the right mood and if you keep coming here you might make it happen sooner than later :-)

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