A Boat in the Fog
Crossing a foggy sea to a lonely island
After two days, I came down from the mountains to the .
The map's red line crossed the water to a small .
When I reached the , a thick covered everything.
I could not see the , but I knew it was there.
A was tying his while the waves moved slowly.
"Can you take me to the ?" I asked him.
"The is dangerous, but I will try," he said.
While we sailed, the rocked gently on the grey water.
When the opened for a moment, I saw tall dark rocks.
Seabirds flew above us while we moved through the .
"People rarely go to that ," the told me.
"Why do you want to go there?" he asked.
I showed him the map while the pushed forward.
When he saw the red line, he became very quiet.
"An old man drew this," he whispered, "long ago."
My hands shook when I heard his words.
The arrived at a small stone in the .
When I stepped off, my feet touched cold, wet stones.
The pointed to a while he held the rope.
"Follow that , and you will find the answer," he said.
While I walked away, the slowly began to lift.
When the sun appeared, I saw a strange on the hill.
Something was hidden inside the , near the top.
I climbed toward it while my heart beat with hope.