Harson

Harson was a almost 14 now.  He was finally allowed to work down at the docks carrying supplies onto the Merchant ships, fishing boats, or the Kingdom’s Fleet. His Mother never really wanted him down there, usually worrying about him getting hurt, or falling in. His Father though, always defended him. “Let the kid work, your going to have to let him go explore sooner or later.” He would always say. But that day, would come sooner than he expected. Harson, his Mother, and his Father, lived in a small cottage right outside town. They didn’t make much, but managed. His Mother always worried, because she knew that he wanted to become a Sailor and eventually build his own ship. Harson always imagined building a ship of his own, a Frigate. Maybe, even become a mighty Admiral some day and command a Fleet! He also had another dream, to become a master bow man. He practiced everyday he could, pulling his bow back, taking aim, and releasing the string. The arrow went flying and would hit the target. Everyday he got better and better, getting closer and closer to the center. He even got faster at it. Before he knew it the year flew by.

A year passed and he could finally apply to become a Sailor for the Kingdom’s Navy. His mother cried because she knew what had to be done. She finally had to say goodbye to her son and let him explore the world. He packed his things, not a lot, for he would be living in a small place. Usually, a Sailor lived in a room full of bunks. He said his goodbyes, first to his Mother, then to his Father. They wished him luck, he went into town, and followed the path to the Signup place. Where men, young and old, signed up for the Navy.

Several months passed and Harson was on a ship sailing to Enemy waters. He sailed on the H.M.S , named after the Captain. The Verenda was a Second Rate ship, it had 88 guns, 44 on each side, two gun decks with 22 guns on each deck. She had amazing fire power. Harson served on the top deck, he didn’t make really any friends. He was cleaning his gun, when all the sudden the Captain yells, “INCOMING”. Everyone dropped to the ground and cannons came flying through the walls, ripping the ship apart along with the crew. Before he knew it, he was in the water below the ship. Lights flashing above the water, crew falling in, shrapnel sinking. It was true Harson thought, the Verenda was finally sunk. The battle was over within Four minutes. Not a single cannon fired from the Verenda. Harson found a piece of wood floating, he grabbed hold of it and fell asleep. Before long, he woke up aboard a small fishing boat. He was greeted by one man, and older fella. “Were are we heading?”asked Harson. The old man said, “Elarya”