The Boy and the Sea Dragon
The naked, brown skinned boy was up in the crow’s nest above the main royal sail. He wore a pair of goggles above his forehead. The sides went up to his chest. He stood facing the bow. He enjoyed being up there. He felt like he was on top of the world. He pretended to be a king looking over his realm from high above. He saw more of the world up here than on the deck. When he looked down to the deck, he saw the men working. They looked like insects crawling on the ground.
He looked around. The ship was under full sail. A steady wind came from starboard and stern as it had been for days. It blew his long, straight sun bleached blond hair about. His hair would have hung below his shoulders without the wind. They were on the same course they had been on since leaving Cinga Archipelago. He looked past the ship. The ocean extended to the horizon.
He walked around the crow’s nest. He looked past the ship. The ocean extended to the horizon everywhere he looked. No land was in sight. He came to face the stern. The sails blocked part of his view. Beyond the mizzen royal sail, he could see the wake of the ship spreading behind it.
He came back to face the bow. The sun warmed him. He looked beyond the bow. Grey clouds seemed to be increasing. A black line appeared on the horizon. It suddenly lit up at various points along its length. He watched the line get bigger and slightly lighter. The sky became overcast. The line became a wall of clouds – dark and ominous. They lit up on occasion. He knew a storm was approaching.
He looked down. The men were going about their chores. They seemed oblivious to the oncoming storm. He cupped his hands around his mouth. He screamed as loud as he could, “Lingasa!”