she hoisted her last - and only- bag into the small boat. her small, furry compainion, Lonely, jumped in just as she did. the sea seemed to giller under the setting sun, as to say "come child, come and sail away..." with open arms and sparkleing greenish blue eyes.
this sea is known for its dangers, a charming killer it is. she paddled her little boat into the waters until her arms ached. then she laid down, and rested her eyes. then the calm of sleep found the small, name less girl.