The day when our family's about to leave came, and the 7 of us are prepared already, holding our own belongings and stuff. My father, my grandmother and I went out together that morning while the others run the shop to not look suspicious, then followed by my uncle, sister, and mother. My uncle rode the last bus at night alone, to make sure that no one looked. Unfortunately, our plan didn't quite work out. My sister met her friend Freddy that hates her so much, and had connections with the government himself. I don't know how a kid that small could have connections, but he did, and he's very reliable for the government. I was so worried that Freddy would tell on us, but somehow we didn't get caught by any of the police. But it's such a bad thing that my mother overheard our conversation and worried about it all the time. Thank God we had her promise not to tell the others.
After succeeding our first mission of taking buses to the harbor we started to make our way to the dock to find our grandfather. But later we found out that my grandfather died already, leaving us nothing. But my curiosity took control of me, forcing me and my dad to look at the boat. The moment I looked at the boat I was about to cry, feeling so devastated I turned away and think. Finally, I got the craziest idea of stealing the boat and sailing the open sea ourselves. I told my father this idea but he shook me away.
At lunch, I told my family my idea, and surprisingly, they agreed to help me. They chose me and my dad to go and steal the boat, and what shocked me is that my dad agreed to help me! And he was looking positive. I didn't know what got to him. My sister gave me her cooking knife before my father and I went to steal the boat that night, and she wished me luck. I hope that this time, it will be more than luck.
My father was very useful, and he was actually leading the way. I dragged along behind, proud of my dad. The tide was almost over when we reached the boat and cut the rope, but it moved away from the dock. Both of us cheered silently and I steered the boat happily towards the place where my family awaits me. But as we arrived, we discovered bad news : We have no ladder! Then my father found a rope, which is super helpful. I started to think that he IS serious about this anyway.
It was kind of hard getting my grandmother to climb up the rope, but she did anyway. My father had to climb down the rope and push her up in order to get her in the boat. It was hard work, but at least we succeeded. The 7 of us rested happily in the boat, some of us inside the wheelhouse and some of us outside, and we let the waves take us to another land..
We woke up to a beautiful sunrise, and everyone seems to be very energetic. My sister took out some tea and crackers she packed inside her gigantic bag and all of us had breakfast. Then, we washed our face to make sure that we're really awake. My father and I were discussing about the direction of where we should go and the engine when we heard a shrieking sound from my mother. We turned around immediately, wanting to know what just happened or what she just saw.
Suddenly a humongous figure stood before her, with a hideous helmet on. After he introduced himself, he turned out to be a good man that worked on this boat before. I am so glad that he said that he'd help us. Things are just getting better and better, what could possibly go wrong this time?
After succeeding our first mission of taking buses to the harbor we started to make our way to the dock to find our grandfather. But later we found out that my grandfather died already, leaving us nothing. But my curiosity took control of me, forcing me and my dad to look at the boat. The moment I looked at the boat I was about to cry, feeling so devastated I turned away and think. Finally, I got the craziest idea of stealing the boat and sailing the open sea ourselves. I told my father this idea but he shook me away.
At lunch, I told my family my idea, and surprisingly, they agreed to help me. They chose me and my dad to go and steal the boat, and what shocked me is that my dad agreed to help me! And he was looking positive. I didn't know what got to him. My sister gave me her cooking knife before my father and I went to steal the boat that night, and she wished me luck. I hope that this time, it will be more than luck.
My father was very useful, and he was actually leading the way. I dragged along behind, proud of my dad. The tide was almost over when we reached the boat and cut the rope, but it moved away from the dock. Both of us cheered silently and I steered the boat happily towards the place where my family awaits me. But as we arrived, we discovered bad news : We have no ladder! Then my father found a rope, which is super helpful. I started to think that he IS serious about this anyway.
It was kind of hard getting my grandmother to climb up the rope, but she did anyway. My father had to climb down the rope and push her up in order to get her in the boat. It was hard work, but at least we succeeded. The 7 of us rested happily in the boat, some of us inside the wheelhouse and some of us outside, and we let the waves take us to another land..
We woke up to a beautiful sunrise, and everyone seems to be very energetic. My sister took out some tea and crackers she packed inside her gigantic bag and all of us had breakfast. Then, we washed our face to make sure that we're really awake. My father and I were discussing about the direction of where we should go and the engine when we heard a shrieking sound from my mother. We turned around immediately, wanting to know what just happened or what she just saw.
Suddenly a humongous figure stood before her, with a hideous helmet on. After he introduced himself, he turned out to be a good man that worked on this boat before. I am so glad that he said that he'd help us. Things are just getting better and better, what could possibly go wrong this time?
