A Friend's Boat [Travel]
Oct 4, 2014 18:41:07 GMT -7
Post by The Maker on Oct 4, 2014 18:41:07 GMT -7
A friend of mine, an antisocial man who lives in the nearby village, had come to be quite fond of me. He offers me rides to the mainland each Saturday, as he goes sailing. He has few enough friends, but the romantic understanding of the homesteading gentleman has lead him to offer whatever he can to me, in return for conversation. I had arranged to meet with him this morning, as he was taking out his large boat, and we would sail to the Nation of Water. No doubt, we would end up talking and drinking on the way out.
His ship was far too small, unfortunately, for my horse to ride upon. I would go on foot with my own personal gear down to the Kenpo Dojo where I would learn some martial arts. On the next Saturday, I would meet the man again, and we would head home. It was quite the plan of a trip, and I was confident that all would go well. I offered up the services of my electronic compass, so we would be able to not get lost on the long journey, and even brought my map of the Continent of Thales. All of this was neatly stored in my trunk along with clothes of various qualities. I was wearing a suit of a classy nature, helping to lend to his impression of me.
I mounted his ship, and we were off. He set the course, and it was a long day of straight sailing. We were sitting below-deck, and he kept checking the sail, but we idly chattered about the romanticism of our respective lifestyles. And he pulled out a flask of whiskey, and the seas went on, and we chattered, and the journey was made. He docked the boat in the main port of the Water Nation, and I bid him farewell for now.
Move to Water Nation
