You do an excellent job of contrasting the joys of independence with the hard realities of being on one's own, J. I like how you weaved the alley boys and their eggs back into the narrative. Sharks and turtles: the ocean's a big place for three boys in a boat.
George is in the thick of it now! Riveting stuff!
OH MY GOD! Terrifying! Then..... turtles? George does not know what the hell is happening to him.
When the sharks appeared, it frightened me, too. I had no idea. Doubly-so for George.
You do an excellent job of contrasting the joys of independence with the hard realities of being on one's own, J. I like how you weaved the alley boys and their eggs back into the narrative. Sharks and turtles: the ocean's a big place for three boys in a boat.
Indeed it is! Especially when land on either end of the trip ceases to be visible. The boys from the alley are crafty, aren’t they?
Correction. Steinbeck. A small fishing village makes me think Hemingway.
Yes. Steinbeck. The Pearl was my thought, too.
It feels like Life if Pi. You can't tell if it's real, a dream, or a story. It also has the feel of Hemingway's La Perla.
Magical creatures! Now it's truly a quest.