"Sir, there's land ahoy," the sailorman told my father.
My Dad walked to the edge of the ship, positioning himself between me and the sailor, while carefully resting his hands on the rim of the balcony lining the exterior of the entire ship. At first glance, the ship would make anyone think that we were delivering a large cargo that consisted of elephants, due to the large size of the ship. It had the potential to fit over two hundred people on board it, however the only ones on board the ship were my family and a small crew of twenty other men whose job was to maintain the ship.
Dad took the binoculars that were hanging around his neck on a string and placed them onto his eyes. I watched as he repetitively adjusted the lens until he was able to capture a clear view of the island that was a few yards away.
"Tell them to get the row boats ready." said Dad to the sailorman. "We're gonna see if there's anyone on that island that can help us,"
"Yes, sir," said the sailor as
he walked away.
"Dad," I asked immediately. "Can I come too?"
Dad lowered the binoculars, allowing a sly grin to spread across his face as if he saw himself in me for a moment.
"Got a taste for adventure huh?
Sure, of course you can come,"
"Can I come too?" asked a small voice.
My father and I both turned in the direction of the small voice that had abruptly snuck up behind us, finding my thirteen year old sister standing a few feet behind us. She was wearing a pale pink tank top with matching white shorts, and sandals that seemed to perfectly define the weather that we were enduring. Her short black hair was dangling loosely from her scalp the way leaves dangle, damply from tree branches.
I flashed a curious glance towards my father, even though I already knew his answer. Dad didn't even appear to think about the question because he answered it so quickly without any hesitation that it was clear he had already confirmed an answer before the question was even asked.
"Uh, no, honey, why don't you stay on the ship,"
"Why does Steven get to go?" said
Eliza, narrowing her eyes while glancing in my
The silence that followed for a moment was quickly filled by the sounds of the waves roaring from the ocean. It was almost as though, even a force like Mother Nature, was already aware of Dad's answer.
"Steven is sixteen and you're still young. You might get hurt."
This was the same excuse that Dad used every single time Eliza asked him if she could do something that he thought might be risky. Since Eliza was Dad's only girl, he was slightly over protective of her, especially ever since what had happened to mom. It was a shame that Eliza was the one to suffer under his protective demeanor. We all knew that Eliza missed out on a lot of things because he was afraid that she would get hurt or be put in danger. To make things worst, Eliza was born premature and looked small for a thirteen year old.
"This was supposed to be fun."
said Eliza, allowing the anger to rise in her voice. "Staying on
a ship isn't fun,"
"We're just going to see if they know where we're at. After that, we're gonna pull the entire ship onto shore and you can explore the island with us, but first we need to take the row boats out there and check to see if there are even any people there,"
Eliza crossed her arms over her small, underdeveloped chest, and began to stare an visible hole into the bottom of the ship floor. As stared downward angry, her thick eye lashes formed a curtain that concealed her eyes.
"This is so unfair,"
She muttered this and before any other words could be exchanged, she darted off in the opposite direction of the ship, marching down a flight of stairs that led into the barrack area of the ship. Dad watched her for a moment as if thinking that she was the one who was overreacting. I couldn't deny that Dad was unfair to her and several times I wondered if had been born a girl would Dad have just as protective as he was of her over me. It was either this or the fact that Eliza was already small for her age.
"Don't worry about her," I said, glancing over my shoulder at my father. "She'll get over it, she always does."
I redirected my gaze to the island that was off in the distance. The large body of water that was surrounding the tiny island, sparkled with occasional heavy waves slamming against the surface of the sandy beach. The ship was gently rocking beneath us as the water followed its daily routine for the ocean's tide.
When we had first arrived on board the ship, three months ago, Eliza and I had been seasick for a week. We kept running to the edge of the ship to vomit. Here let me explain, you see, my Dad is millionaire and before you start thinking that Eliza and I are these stuck up, snobby rich kids, I have to point out to you that we're not. Our father may be exceptionally wealthy, but he never buys us more than we need.
It's true that we live in a house that's larger than the average human being, but if we were to ask our father for anything that required money, we'd have to spend several weeks trying to persuade him to purchase it for us and even then we weren't guaranteed that we'd get it.
Even though my Dad's an actor, he doesn't follow the typically stereotypes that millionaires live up to in regards to money. He actually donates and invests a large sum of his fortune into charities as his endeavor to give back anything that he can to help society. He grew up poor, so I guess you could argue that he knows how difficult it is to survive in this country when your parents have to raise you on a minimum wage salary.
Anyway, he's been planning this trip for a year because he wanted to spend more time with his two kids, since he's usually busy acting while our butlers and maids are left to raise us. My dad had taken a year off of work, which disappointed many producers who wanted him, the handsome, charming Frank Porter, to star in their movie. He did this to take a trip around the entire world with his kids the old fashioned way, by boat. My father had always had a strong passion for the sea ever since he was young, since his home town was near an ocean, so I guess his idea of fun was sailing around the world with his two teenaged kids.
I'll admit that I don't have the slightest predilection for the sea and to be honest, I probably would find it much more fun just spending a year in doors at home with my father, but I didn't let this lack of interest in Mother Nature ruin our trip. I was keeping an open mind, trying to appear as interested as I could for my father's sake. With his job, it was rare that we were allowed to spend an entire year with him without any distractions from work.
For the trip, Dad had hired a captain and about twenty other sailors to accompany along with us on the voyage. Dad made sure that we weren't distracted from our family time because he had us leave all technological devices, this includes cell phones, my lap top, and even my Ipod, at home. At first it was extremely hard get over the internet addiction I had acquired through years of relying on technology, but eventually I was able to over come it and the trip has been great so far.
Our problems began a few weeks ago when a heavy storm knocked us off of our course. We had been sailing out in a vast, open sea without any supplies and our food supplies was on the verge of running low. Dad had been calm at first, but when the captain informed him that the ship's GPS weren't functioning properly, I was certain that he was slightly anxious. He didn't reveal his anxiety through his calm demeanor, but I knew that somewhere inside of him he had to be worried. I mean, it was natural for human beings to be scared when the circumstances were unknown, right?
It wasn't until half an hour ago that we spotted land for the first time in weeks. Dad and the other members of the crew were hoping that there were people on the mysterious island that could give us food and directions. I leaned over the ship's banister, trying to get a better glance at the surface of the island. I was hoping that maybe I could make out a town or something, but the distance was much to far to distinguish anything.
"Steven!" called my dad from the other side of the ship. "Let's go!"
I been so invested in my thoughts that hadn't even realized that he and the other crew members were already loading the several row boats into the water. I joined my father and the few dozen other sailors that were climbing down a ladder that was embedded into the side of the ship and were lowering themselves into the small row boat.
It reminded me of preschool, when everyone waited in line to use the bathroom, but instead we were in line to climb down a latter. While waiting I scanned the surface of the ship, trying to spot Eliza. She had a hard time taking no for an answer and she often found some sort of way to get what she wanted. I was half expecting her to charge from behind the shadows and leap into the row boat, demanding that she be allowed to come with us to the island.
"Careful when your climbing down," said Dad, when it was my turn to climb down the ladder.
"Is the captain coming?" I asked, once I noticed he was missing among the men.
"No, he said he doesn't want to," as dad said this, I saw a look of anxiety quickly cross through his eyes as if he had just recalled something dreadful. "It was really strange…they said he locked himself in his cabin and refuses to come out."
I thought back to the short, husky man with the jolly personality that I had gotten to know a little bit while on board the ship. The captain had been an extremely jovial person, so to hear him behaving in such a way was quickly regarded as strange in my eyes.
Before I had a chance to further question my father, he quickly urged me to hurry down into the row boat.
Hey guys, I originally wrote this story two years ago, but I took it off my old writing website and I decided to post it on here. Unlike my novel "Oh", I decided to edit this one to make it better, so please enjoy it. It's really suspenseful, so I hope you'll read further chapters.