Regarding, The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World

The crashing waves on the shore of this village gave us a gift and his name was Esteban. Esteban was a man of great strength, not only physically but in his heart. He showed a small town who he was but he never spoke a word. Through great modesty he let this village imagine what the world of a man with great size was, how he lived and what he did.
Esteban never spoke but he told us stories of his home. He lived in the house on a small private island with the tallest trees, large doors, and strong floors with the ability to sustain a man with great pride. The island contained beaches slightly longer than most and his china slightly stronger. Esteban told us of his adventures and how he would miss his wife and children. He had flown around the world, twice. Climbed the tallest mountain and swam the depths of the deepest seas. His wife was the happiest woman in the world. She had deep brown hair that fell to her back and eyes that only saw the best qualities in others, similar to those of Esteban. Esteban was clumsy at times but he managed a wholesome life. His kids would run and romp around the island playing games like kitchen and house. His troubles came to us shyly but pertinent in his memory. His family had always been careful with his care. His size had kept him from playing sports and having friends. People in his town often looked at him with fear for other villagers didn’t know he was a sort of gentle giant. He taught this village how to live and regain a confidence that was lost. Our homes small and congested at times would soon grow to ones Esteban could effortlessly manage through. Beds could easily be made longer and our floors marginally stronger. The fronts of our houses were once a rainbow of tope, beige, and grey and are now colors beyond our imagination, sea foam green, sunburst yellow and periwinkle. Esteban taught us to live in color with our eyes a little wider and our hearts considerably larger. Esteban was a proud, strong and inviting man. He never asked anything of us but what he gave was hard to match in comparison.
Our lives of uncertainty are now filled with an immense amount of security and gratefulness to a man that came to us by sea. The light aqua blue in the waves that crash on our shores is now matched by the color of our houses, the smell of our blossoming gardens and a sun that seems to shine a little brighter every morning. The sand on our beach went from pebbles to powder and the trees surrounding the village sway a little further. Sometimes you can hear the wind and the waves together purging a familiar sound, something with the ring similar to the name Esteban.