A sea of blue. I see a buoy. It is a buoy of iron. It is grey.

I am a boy. My name is Ian. I am on a boat. The boat is old. It is an oak boat. I go out to sea. The air is cool. I see an isle. It is a tiny isle. I want to go to it.

I use an oar. I row. I row to the east. The sun is up. It is a gold orb. It is hot on my eye. I see a bird. It is an ibis. It is red. It is a rare bird. It flies high. It goes to the isle too.

The isle has a tree. It is a yew tree. It is a lone tree. I land my boat. I step on the soil. The soil is wet. I see a bee. It is a busy bee. It goes to a rose. The rose is pink. It has a nice odor.

I sit. I eat a pear. I eat a plum. I am full. I feel a joy. The isle is calm. The sea is blue. No one is here. Just me and the ibis.

I see an area of sand. I walk to it. I find a shell. It is an abalone. It is thin. It has a hue of blue and pink. I keep it. It is a gift from the sea.

A wind blows. It is a soft gale. It moves the yew tree. The leaves sway. I hear a sound. It is an echo. An echo of the wave. The wave hits the rock. The rock is hard.

I look at the sky. It is aqua. A cloud is near. It is a white veil. I hope for no rain. I do not want to be wet.

I see a cave. It is dark. I go in. I use a light. It is a lamp. The lamp uses oil. The oil is low. I must be fast. In the cave, I see an urn. It is an old urn. It has an age. It is from an era long ago.

What is in the urn? I peer in. I see a coin. It is a coin of gold. It is an ecu. It is very old. I do not take it. It is not mine. I leave the cave.

The sun goes down. It is dusk. The sky is now a hue of ruby. The ibis is gone. It flew away. I must go too.

I get in my boat. I use the oar. I row away from the isle. The isle gets small. It is just a dot.

The moon is up. It is a pale moon. It is a luna. It is round. It glows. The sea is dark now. I see the stars. They are like gems.

I reach the pier. I tie the boat. I am home. I go to my bed. I am tired. I shut my eyes. I dream of the isle. I dream of the yew and the ibis. I dream of the sea of blue.

The next day, I wake up. I see the sun. It is a new day. I feel a zest. I want to go back. But I have work. I must aid my sire. He is an old man. He has an ache. His knee is bad.

I give him a cup of tea. It is aloe tea. It is good for him. He sips it. He says it is nice.

We sit by the fire. The fire is warm. It has a red glow. We talk of the sea. We talk of the isle. He told me of a hero. A hero of old. He had a bow. He was a foe of evil. He was a man of iron.

I like the tale. It is a good epic. I want to be a hero too. I want to find more isles. I want to see the world.

But for now, I am here. I am Ian. I am a boy on a boat. I have my shell. I have my tea. I have my sire.

Life is good. It is easy. It is like a song. A song of the sea.

I go to the door. I look out. The sea is still there. It is ever blue. It is ever deep. It calls to me.

“I will go soon,” I say.

The wind hears me. It sighs. The yew tree on the isle sighs too.

I am at peace. I am one with the sea.

The end.