Scheldt River

Jenneke watched the Scheldt River's broad waters as a child, eyes fixed on passing ships, dreaming Cromwell would return from new-found lands heavy with treasure. Gentle currents carried trading vessels past her vantage point, fueling visions of heroic exploits. Now, those banks evoke the sting of broken illusions—his endless absence shattered her hopes, leaving only the river's steady flow as witness to their divide.