The Pirate, the Princess, and the Elf
By Nate Feldman (with help from Sara and Sofia Feldman)
I typically like to write about different places in this blog, but today I am going to share a story that I have been coming up with lately. It goes something like this:
A young pirate wandered on an isolated beach. It was raining steadily. The pirate made out what appeared to be houses in the distance, so he walked in that direction, hoping to find a place to stay. He trudged slowly as the waves crashed to shore. He would normally have loved listening to the soothing sound of the sea, but his mind was too focused on finding a place to stay. He had no idea where he was or where he was headed to. He was completely soaked from head to toe and was exhausted from the long swim he'd had to take to get to shore.
As he was walking, he adjusted his eye patch, which had begun to slide down his face. So many things spun through his head. He needed to get out of his clothes. He needed food. He needed to know what he was going to do next. The buildings in the distance began to take shape and form as he got closer and closer to them. They were mostly small houses and apartment complexes. He had often envied people who lived a stationary life and had often thought he wanted to live in places like these. Without realizing it, he now had that opportunity, but given the trying circumstances, he lacked the time to think about that.
He clutched onto the sickle hanging from his waist. He always did this when he was nervous or uncertain. He valued that sickle more than anything else despite all the trouble it had caused him. He could do without many things in life, but he couldn't do without his sickle.
The pirate saw a street that connected to the beach. With his last ounces of energy, he dragged himself towards it.
When the pirate arrived to the street, it was empty. He thought that people must be staying inside because of the rain. Although the weather had made his journey thus far incredibly difficult, he knew it was best if he did not catch too much attention, so he was happy the rain kept people indoors.
He began to walk down the street looking in all directions for any place he felt he might be safe to enter. He reached an intersection and when he turned to his right, he saw a small building that called itself, "Oceanside Hotel." He had never been in one of these places, but he knew from previous adventures on different islands that these were places visitors stayed in for a short period of time. He crossed the street and headed in the direction of the hotel.
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