Suddenly the Kirk’s doors swung open.The boy knew his fate but still carried on.He made it… There he stood with the withered garment.He was feeling sultry.His older brother came swinging with his mace and ceased in front of him.His brother said”give me the map.” Suddenly the boy ran out of the Kirk and into the road his fiendish brother followed. The boy didn’t look back and cried a cry of hollo. Once he finished he felt pang and despair. He started climbing the sheen rock and found himself by a boat. The prow was old and creaky while the keel was rusty with age. The apples were parched and he rushed on to the boat. It sailed away. He had to navigate around the shrouds and then he felt a shock from 10 fathom deep and the boat suddenly sped up into the wide wide sea.then the boy thought to himself “will i ever come back”. His thoughts mingled with each other and then had a clear thought “discover new land”