Billy Goat Island

Nothing in the world quite like a boat with two fronts, ginger beer and orange soda, smooth waters and boating with my Dad. The day came when me and my siblings knew we were going out on the water, and a quick stop to our favorite shall station to pick up supplies meant that we would be stocking up on Barrit's ginger beer and orange sodas. While my dad paid for supplies, we kids took a look at the giant whole in the ground that was filled with sea water and giant fish. I was telling my brother and sister how much of a swimmer i was, that if i wanted to, i could jump in that whole and swim with the big fish. Before i could finish my explanations, my dad came out with bags in hand and broke up that conversation.
     My father kept his big boat at Riddles Bay, and it was one of a kind housed in the bay, with its two bows. The boat was shaped as if he drive it in any direction, front or back. But the only difference was the big rudder on the other bow of the boat. After boarding the big boat, my younger brother and I would lose the ropes, and jump on board as my dad gave a push off and the engine gave warning that we were off and cruising. Slowly we creeped through the smooth waters of the bay, passing other smaller boats that slept at their moorings. My mind was already on the ginger beer and orange soda, and my dad gave me a look as I made my advance too close to the bag where it was stored. How amazing his eyes could say things without words.
     As we rounded the small islands that gave Riddles Bay her warn nesting, we hit the choppy seas of deeper water, and the bow of the boat started saying I'm in charge here. Just then the engine said I dont think so, and black smoke started spitting from the boats belly and before long silence blended with all nature. My Dad was not the worrying kind, and began to look for his big ore and found it not. We were close enough to an island to which the ore would have been a plus, but without the ore, the boat gave way to the choppy sea as it began to carry us to the open channel to ocean depths and despair. I told my dad we were drifting out to sea, and again he gave me a look as it he knew that, and I looked for something else to bring to his attention.
     Just then my sister and brother began to recount my story of the big hole and my abilities as a swimmer.  If I could have cussed and gotten away with it, then would have been an excellent time to do so. My father hearing their chant picked it up with a chant of his own. Turns out he did not find an ore, but some rope that he wanted to tie to me, and have me swim toward the island while he worked on the engine. I did not think that was a good idea for many reasons that I did not have time to express. I began to move away from my dad who was insistent that I do this and I was just as insistent that I don't. My brother and sister were laughing as me and my dad ran around and around the boat and they trying to help my dad catch me. It was a good thing the sea gave me the help i needed as my dad felt he needed to jump over himself with the rope tied to him and pull the boat to the island. As he did, it was not long before I saw something I needed to bring to my dad's attention. Ah! Dad...its not working!...the boat is still drifting out to sea! Yup, there go that look again, but I had to tell him, cause that was what I did.
     Just then from out from nowhere, a white boat with white men in white suits, came and picked up my dead from the salt water and pulled the boat and us to the Island to which my dad said thank you, and gave his assurance that he could fix the problem. My brother and sister was relieved that we made it to the island, none more then me. I pondered the men in the boat, my dad, and now this new island, and ventured ashore as my dad went digging in the engine to make it do what he expected.
     It was not long before me and my sister spotted what looked like goat droppings. But how could this be possible? This is an Island with nothing or no one on it, yet these droppings look like they come from a goat. I would have gone and told my dad about my findings, but I think I told him one too many things, so I went to discover this mystery on my own. Of-course the other kids followed their big brother in search of the great mystery. It did not take us long before reaching the other side, and sure enough, there were droppings there too. Wow, it is goat droppings, but where are the goats? Amazed with our discovery, we finally saw something moving in the distance, it look alive and it look like goats. Hey! there they are, and with a burst of new energy, we bolted down on the sight as if they would welcome us. But to our big surprise, when we got there the goats were else where. This went on for the better part of the trip. And before long black smoke gave way to white smoke as the boat gave us a call that she was ready to dance again on the water.
  Jumping on board, the first thing I had to tell my dad was our findings. Hey Dad, you are not going to believe this! We found goat droppings and then we saw goats, a lot of them. My day took his hat off and started scratching his head, and then said, Son, this island is called Billy Goat Island. Really? then there was silence, not from the boat this time, but from a son, who knew when he was out did.