Tʜᴇ sʜɪᴘ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ.
Waves against the hull seemed distant now, Twig's stubby legs hanging over the side of the ship. He really shouldn't be so close to the edge, but he couldn't help it. He imagined he was flying, sideways, and the water down below was waving up at him as he said his last goodbye. The island was already shrinking in the distance. It was so weird, watching it go. He'd spent what felt like ages here, and he was sure he was leaving a different person than when he came.
Just think of all the friends he'd made, all the things he'd done! He'd discovered mermaids, learned how to break rocks, met some really strange crabs... what was with those crabs? That part he never was too sure about.
Do you think any stole aboard the ship before it left?
He may have lost his sheriff's star, and his little perfect butterfly, but he had candies and stories and all kinds of shells and trinkets to bring home to his family, and tell them all about it.
Twig watched Shark disappear over the horizon, and hoped he would see him again someday. Maybe he could convince his Mom, Dad, and siblings to come along next time.
There would be a next time, right?
He didn't know it then, he couldn't know for sure. But he could hope. Whether he made it back or not, he knew that he would have friends here forever. The adventures wouldn't go away just because he wasn't still on the island. That's what they say, right? Friends are forever. Kalokari was forever, too. He kicked his feet over the edge, leaning forward against the rail and raising his hand in one final wave goodbye.
But it wasn't exactly goodbye. Goodbye could mean forever. What he really meant was... "until next time." The thought made him smile, and he leaned his head against the cool metal rail. He probably better head inside. He was sure the kitchen was cooking up something... erm... something, anyway. He could hear his stomach growling.
Slipping his legs back through and pulling himself up, he looked out over the sea once more. He was pretty sure a pod of whales were making one last lurch for air in the distance, or maybe it was just a group of mermaids out for a swim.
As he left the sights, the smells, the adventures behind, he was already thinking of ways to persuade Mom and Dad -- "Can I pleeeeeeeeeease go again?"