Fair Winds: Roam through Samsara

Prologue‌

My usual schedule was almost the same every morning. I'd wake up early, grab something to snack on, put on my jacket, kiss my mother goodbye, and rush out of the house to help father with his job, which is to swab the decks on the ships out by the docks. I wasn't forced to help him, I choose to. It's entertaining to swab decks and sing sea shanties with him. He'd also teach me how each part of the boat works, where things go, and how they operate. I've learned so much that I could probably sail the boats without any trouble. 

I ran out of the house with a small piece of bread in my jaws, I was in the process of pulling the sleeves of the jacket around my arms. My house isn't very far from the docks, it's just a few miles away, but the journey seems to go by so fast because of all the beautiful landmarks I crossed. I slipped both sleeves on and took a bite of the bread. 

My favorite part, of this small journey, is that once I pass the small village down the hill, I get to run through a thicket of trees and bushes. And sometimes I run past a couple of animals. later, as I rush over the bridge to the river that splits the thicket in half, I get to run through a small cavern. There were long green vines that hung from top to bottom, and tall yellow grass at the entryway. Besides the docks, that was my favorite spot to think. 

As I turned the corner of some trees, I could finally see the tip and the crow's nest of the ships. My heart was racing after running for so long. I stepped one foot onto the harbor, I sat down to catch my breath, and I admired how small I looked compared to how ginormous the ships were. Each one was unique in its way, some of them had more masts and sails than others, some were bigger, some were smaller, some were made for exploring, and some were made for cargo. Some of them were Brigs, big and small. Some were Galleys, Tartans, and Schooners. And my father had a special bond with every single one.

 After my breathing went back down to normal, I stood up and adjusted my coat. I looked left and right for my father, but there was no trace of him. Taking the opportunity, I ran over to the Barque ship and climbed up, and hopped on the Main deck. I went up the stairs and up to the QuarterDeck. I ran over to the Helm and made it Rotate left, then suddenly cut it short. 

I looked up at the horizon, It was so clear and Beautiful from up here. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky, and the Ocean had such a bright and blinding glare from the Sun, that I had to shut my eyes for a moment. As I slowly opened them again, I found that in the distance, a whale had swum to the surface of the water, and shot out water up out of its blowhole. I looked back down to where I was standing, and spun the wheel again in the opposite direction. 

Golly, I would love to be able to sail one of these ships. Especially this one, this boat was Me and my Fathers' favorite. My father tells me that once he can afford to get a better job, he'll provide a better life for me and my mother. And that means, buying a ship for my family so we can sail all around the world and explore and solve mysteries of the ocean. He says that he wants this ship, this is the one he wants to travel the world on. The Barque. 

"Having fun up there?" 

I snapped out of my daydream and went back to reality. 

"Father!" I ran down the stairs and threw my arms around his waist. He was wearing his brown Newsboy hat and a new tan collard shirt, Along with his dirty brown pants with stirrups. His sleeves were rolled up and he hugged me back. 

"I see that you're testing out the helm of the ship." My father pointed out. My face softened and I pulled away from him. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know I shouldn't touch parts of the ship without permission." He smiled at me and put his hand on my shoulder, "Evanora, Sometimes... " He took a deep breath and continued. "Rules are made to be broken." 

I smiled, "Here, I'll show you how to steer the ship properly." He said. I giggled and ran back up to the wheel, my father came up behind me and put his hands on mine, and set them upon the helm. "See, If this ship was moving, you would steer horizontal to the horizon. That way, the sails will catch the wind, and you'll get where you need to go faster without many issues." He said. He patted my full dark red hair, I looked all the way up to see his face to find him looking at me. 

"Evan, listen to me,"  My father started. "I want you to promise me that when you are older, you'll always remember what's most important in life." 

"what's that, father?" 

"Family and Friendship, It never matters if you have everything you want in the world, or you don't. It doesn't matter if people dislike you or they love you. All that matters is that you have good relationships with your family and friends." He continued. I nodded my head and smiled, and looked back at the horizon. I could imagine sailing across the sea with my family and friends. And building relationships with them. 

At that moment, that's all I wanted. But little did I know... everything would change from that moment on. 

A little while later, my family found out that we had owed thousands of dollars to the Royal Family. And when that happens, Major consequences. The only problem I didn't get, was every time we borrow money from TRF, (The Royal Family) we always pay them back. That was another lesson my father taught me when you lown something to something, Always pay them back with a smile and a compliment. But, the royal family kept blaming us for the money, and since we hadn't paid it in over six months. They sent out a party of guards to go out and arrest us. 

We had no other choice but to go into hiding. Literally, we all worked together to build a new house literally under the ground. We had a trap door and everything. I honestly was very confused why we never went into town anymore, but, then again I was 8. About a month later, my father had to go into town to get us supplies and to restock, he happened to see our family on a wanted sign on the sides of townhouses. He panicked and rushed home. 

Three months later, Father decided that he would go out and find help. He needed to prove our family was innocent. So he set off on a Dinghy (A small boat) to find someone to help us. That was the last time I ever saw Gavril Thomas. My father.