Fiction: Group 3
was that it was daytime. We looked at each other. She smiled with exhilaration. I smiled back. “Our first
real adventure.” I said with a slight smirk, followed by a wink.
I rose up onto my feet and offered Lorraine a hand afterwards. We cautiously opened the door, which was
no longer locked and no longer caused a creaking noise as well, which was peculiar no less. We opened the
door only to find that we were in the middle of a beach. Lorraine and I just stood there, perplexed by the
current situation at hand. Did I mention that I, Oliver Sahlman, have been dreaming, about sailing out into
the world on my own one day? I think I did, but since it’s been my lifelong dream, it’s worth mentioning
again. When Lorraine and I had first laid eyes on the beach, my eyes almost instantaneously fixated on what
at first felt much like that of a mirage, but turned out to be the greatest part of this tale. It was indeed… a
mint condition, acacia wood, hand crafted, cap sailboat. I recognized the model. It was difficult not to for a
person with my level of knowledge on the subject of sailing. I stared at it with disbelief. Slowly, I started
walking towards the boat. In the distance I heard Lorraine mutter, “Oh Oliver, probably in his dream world
again.” I had reached the sailboat, lightly stroking the wooden panels as if it were an injured animal. I
grinned ecstatically.
I turned towards Lorraine only to find her smiling back sympathetically. “Isn’t she beautiful. The places we
could go on this thing. One can only dream.” She walked over. Crouched next to me. She said, “Why
dream when you have the chance to live it.” She put her hand on mine and looked me in the eyes. “Oliver,
you have to do this. We always used to talk about how one day we would leave the town and everything
behind and go out on our own adventure, and now is our chance.” The sun was setting. A beautiful pink
and orange hue had cast over the horizon. I glanced at the boat, then at Lorraine. I kissed her, gently and
quickly. When it ended I looked at her, and she at me. I held out my hand and said, “Together?” She took
my hand, her fluorescent green eyes never leaving mine. “Together.” She confirmed. I pulled her back into
my arms for a second kiss, this time it lasted longer. We pushed the sailboat into the sea and jumped into it.
We found a parched message tucked under one of the seats, it read:
Dear Reader, in my times while sailing the Southern China Sea I had realized that the only thing important
in life is adventure. Assuming you seek adventure, I would suggest heading southwards on a river commonly
known as: The Pearl River Delta.
There are some supplies and food in the compartment below.
I wish you the best of luck on your journey to who knows where.
Sincerely,
Matthew Moss Hawkins.
Lorraine and I glanced at each other, almost in a synchronized rhythm. We smiled, no words were needed. I
pulled back the tiller and we were off, sailing out into the horizon, sailing out on the Pearl River Delta.
2 days later…
We were speeding, the cold, salty ocean water splashing against the depleted skin on my face, filling me
with liveliness with in every drop. “Ollie, I see it.” Lorraine said with joy. She pointed to a map that was
attached onto the letter. “We’re here.” I said with much exhilaration. “Our adventure begins now.”
