She set sail in search of life in the midst of her
youth. Home was a familiar place that had been
kind to her, but her spirit was ready to wander to
sights unseen. She packed a few possessions she
would need including her fathers compass. He
told her it would take here everywhere she ever
needed to be, if she ever got lost or afraid, it
would always know how to get her back home.
She traveled for many years finding adventure
and sights she never could have seen by staying
home. She began to miss the warmth of her family
and friends she had left behind. She set sail once
more happy that she lived and seen so many things.
During the first night of her journey back a storm
rose from the sea like an angry god, rain pelted
the small boat on the open sea, thunder and
lightning cracked across the sky with a fury she
had never seen. She gripped the compass tightly
in her fist, the boat rose and heaved down, she
fell harshly against the wooden deck, her head
ached, her fist opened, the compass flew from
her hand, cracking against the inside of the boat.
The warms rays of the sun were hot against her
face, eyes opened like thin slits adjusting to the
light. The storm felt like a nightmare, the pain in
her head told her otherwise. The compass! She
searched the deck frantically for the compass.
she found it caught beneathe a collapsed sail,
the glass cracked, the arrow of the compass
broken loose and sitting uselessly on its face.
She fought the urge to cry and mourn its injury,
but she still had it in her hand. All was not lost.
A small portion of the arrow remained where
it had broken off. The wind billowed against
the remaining sail, she held the compass out
gaining her bearings once more.
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