For three thrilling years, Martin had sailed the sea.
Martin's adventure was as scary as it was exciting. There were days when the current was strong and the waves were harsh, but it was the adventure that drove Martin.
It was a strange feeling, though. Martin had to keep reminding himself that he wasn't lost, but he had, in fact, run away. He kept getting that strange, sinking feeling in his stomach that refused to drown.
The nights were the scariest because Martin had no control over where the boat went. Martin learned near the end of his unpredictable voyage to sleep on nearby islands, for it was much safer. Even then, there wasn't always an Island nearby where he could rest, and it was always such a hassle to sail to one.
One night, when Martin was fifteen, he sailed to a nearby island, small and desolate like his. On this island he encountered a large, sleeping man who possessed only one eye. he had no hair, and the moonlight created a small sheen on his bald head. He quietly tip-toed past him, trying to avoid any branches.
When he escaped the large man, he found that he was hearing music. Along with this music, he heard the tapping of metal on rock. It wasn't perfect in time. In fact, it was quite poor, but that didn't stop Martin from wishing to investigate this noise.
One foot after the other, he followed the noise. He discovered that all of the off-beat rhythms and out-of-tune harmonies were coming from a cave. He could see an orange glow emitting from the side of the cave. Who is doing that? What do they look like? Why are they doing it so late? Why is there a fire? Are they cooking someone? He knew it was considered rude to break into a stranger's home, but his curiosity won the war and he went to the cave to investigate.
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The Softest Sheep
RomanceWhat happens when a story is told all wrong? What happens when it's too late to change? What happens when banjo-playing and dap dancing gets replaced by sorrow and pain? What happens when a cyclops goes blind?
