""He pushed his loose locks to the side of his face, and looked on the distance of the docks. "Papa?" the boy's father stood there next to him. He too ,was staring in a distance of the horizon.
In a raspy voice the father finally reponded after a short while. "Yes, son?'
"what time are we setting sail?" Just as he finished his sentence the father eyes moved over to his sailing boat.
the boat was rather large for a fishing boat, but was smaller than a ship. Too small in comparason.
As the son stood there and looked at the father, the father was watching the ship rock back and forth on the gentle liquid land.
its sails were down.
"Soon. it is barely sunrise...." the father paused in mid sentence. thinking.
"did mother pack a breakfast and meals for us?"
the child nodded then slowly repiled. "enough for the 4 day trip."
the father grunted in approval "thats good enough"
Until father and son setted for sailing, they gather maps, and lamps. Clothing, and beds. it was andventure wating to grab them by the clothes.. an adventure that may shake their lives to a whole new turn....
To Be Continued...