I’d been sitting in the crow’s nest on the foremast and enjoying the brilliancy of the glassy ocean when the sky suddenly turned dark and the sea- angrier. The wind blew my hat and I got down to be safer.
“Drop the sails! Wind be turnin’ west, hurry!”
My father, Captain Frank Morgan screams from the navigation room. I rush over to the other end of the forecastle deck and loosen the rope that held the sails on the foremast.
“If ye don’t want to die on ye very first sail on board th’ ‘Golden Hind II’ then rush to main deck, Charles Morgan Jr..”
Only if you’d stop screaming. Ugh! I wanted to stop and talk back, but Henry and Louisa- my elder siblings – have warned me not to do so. Each of their first time was hard, but there’s a deadly whirlpool that we’re trying to escape in my case. What a lovely day!
As I open every sail, Sir Morgan gets behind the wheel and struggles to get us out of the strong tides. I hold on to the stairs and get to the navigation room.
The 31.1 meter hull is deserted. Sir Morgan never brings more than one companion on his life size replica of the “Golden Hind” galleon that belonged to the English in 1577. To this day I’ve only heard about it in the bedtime stories that my father narrated, getting on board it is a dream come true! His stories are always about its glory and its journey of 5 times the circumference of our globe. He also marveled on the reason behind its name, Golden Hind, which was previously called Pelican until Sir Francis Drake changed it in the honour of his patron.
Louisa accompanied him for the first time when she turned 10, same was with Henry and now with me. It was my 10th birthday yesterday and I knew my greatest surprise was going to be this! But I didn’t expect him to keep bossing around me and scolding me whenever I called him father. ‘On my ship you address me as “Captain Morgan”, Aye?’ Then he taught me to say “Aye, Aye Captain.”
“Hail th’ wind god! ‘Tis helpin’ us out.” Though his pirate-ish accent seems gibberish to me, I understand he is delighted. The wind has surprisingly turned against the heart of the whirlpool and now we’re heading out of it.
“Yarr! We did it, son. You’d live another day for a sail with your brothers and sisters!” The way he says “brothers and sisters” I wonder if he knows that I only have each of them, nevertheless, I hug him for the brilliant adventure. “Thanks a lot, Sire!”
“You’re most welc-” He chokes before completing the sentence, the ocean is subsiding beneath us. No, it’s sinking away from us, dragging Golden Hind II along with it.
“I hoped the monster didn’t wake up! We’re doomed now, son. Nothing can save us.” His grim face makes me worry, unaware of the danger I climb the ropes to have a better look at the “Monster”.
The water level has greatly decreased now, the monster is swallowing it. We’ll soon be dead!
As we get closer to the monster, the sun clears up and the clouds calm down. The face of the monster, however, brings a smile to my face and I run towards it.
“Hello mom!” I dig my face in her stomach.
“How was your gift, Charlie?” She pinches my cheek and takes me to my father.
“It was amazing!” I jump happily & see that my father’s laughing whole heartedly.
“Sure it was, champ! You did great.” He pats my back and carries me up.
“Next time I want to go with Lou and Henry!” I demand and hug him tight. Through the window on ceiling of the attic the bright moonlight falls on the bottle and I emblazone the glimpse of Golden Hind’s mighty sails forever in my heart.
Recalling the memory of my childhood, I remember the time whence my dad made me sit with him on a mattress on a summer afternoon and he made me close my eyes and imagine that I was sailing in the open ocean on a ship with him. When it came back to me a wave of nostalgia hit me hard! And I thought- What better than writing a fable about it?
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