Sailing Away

If it wasn’t for the peeling paint and the faded fishing nets, you couldn’t tell these boats had years of history hidden in their beams. I looked carefully at the biggest of the boats and my mind began to wander. Who owned it? Where had it sailed too? What sort of memories were hidden amongst the ropes and nets? The people were sailing. Their hands were dripping with water. They were shaking it off back and forth. Their hand looked like crumpled paper, seeing all these bouts on this abandoned and lonely Island, they started to explore house after house, bout after bout and they found something. It was shining at the surface, it was a glowing clear gem and the sun is shining on the gem. They picked up the gem, they found a little towel and wrapped the gem with it and placed it at the front of the boat.