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sailjoComment by K3Master: Gary bobbed on the water, tied to this spot near the breakwater, itching to go. It wasn't very long ago that he would be out on a day like this, floating in the great blue sea, enjoying the sun and the waves and the dolphins lazily bumping him now and then playfully.
It wasn't very long ago that the old man would take him out and fill his holding tank full of fish or lay back and snooze in the lazy afternoon sun. It wasn't very long ago.
But now, he sat here. He sat here and wondered why the old man didn't come. He sat here and thought about his empty holding tank and felt the scratch of the sand on his hull and a sad thought began to creep up on him.
What if the old man never returned? What if he was doomed to remain here, rotting in this shallow spot, never feeling the waves and the rush of wind and seeing the playful dolphins, or hearing the snores as the old man slept?
He bobbed in the water, and the day passed, and still the old man didn't come.
What if?
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