To the Island

You decide to cross the water. No one’s yet done it and come back to tell the tale, but you’ve always known that your destiny was to sail across the water to the island that humanity hadn’t yet reclaimed. You weave through the alleys behind your house, stepping quietly the way you were taught. Soon, you emerge onto the wharf. No boats seem to be in the harbor, but your childhood wanderings have brought you to this same wharf before. You’d found an old dingy and hidden it underneath the dock.