Hope Lives

I sat by the sea staring out at the horizon. I reflected on the day. I had answered my brother earlier and his reaction was one of fear and sadness. After telling him, I had rushed out of the cave and into the forest unable to bear his expression. I had proceeded to perfect the raft and create oars out of some dark wood. I was getting ready, planning on leaving in the morning. I might never see my mother or brother again, I thought. I might never see my village, the people, or even the beautiful forest.

I was planning on taking a huge slab of meat and a long spear to catch fish. I took a huge container of the soup my mother had made. They would be my only reminders of home. Soon I would be lost in the huge blueness of the sea, surrounded by water.  Maybe never to see land again. 

I stood up and walked over to the woods and began making a rope to tie the raft to shore when I reached. If I reached. I knew I wouldn't like the journey, but I also knew it was necessary to ensure my brother's life. I finished making a thick rope out of wood. It barely bent, but it would have to suffice.