I once went for a walk up a hill next to a small fishing village I once went for a walk up a hill next to a small fishing village. I saw the wreck of a small boat on the hill. I met an old man on the hill. The old man was smoking a pipe. The old man told me the story of why the wreck was on the hill.

The old man said, “a long time ago there was a boy who was a very good sailor. He lived in the village. He even went sailing in bad weather to show everybody how good he was.”

“His boat was called the Zephyr. One day the weather was very bad “His boat was called the Zephyr. One day the weather was very bad. A sailor warned him not to go on the sea but he didn't listen. He said, ‘I’m the best sailor. I’m not scared.’ The boy took his boat into the sea.”

“The wind was very strong “The wind was very strong. The sky was black and the waves as big as mountains. The boy could not stop his boat from falling over. The boom hit him on the head and he fell over.”

“The boy woke up on a beach “The boy woke up on a beach. The Zephyr was lying on the beach behind him. The boy could not get his boat back to the water. The boy went to look for help.”

“The boy walked for a long time. Everything looked strange “The boy walked for a long time. Everything looked strange. He climbed a hill and looked around. The boy saw two boats sailing in the sky. The boy saw that the Zephyr was tied to the back of the boats. The boats took the Zephyr to a harbor.”

“The boy walked to the harbor “The boy walked to the harbor. He met a sailor who said, ‘is this your boat? We don’t see a lot of strangers here.’ He told the boy that the storm must have blown him and the Zephyr over the dangerous reef, which is around the island. The sailor said, ‘we’ll take you home.’ The boy said, ‘please teach me to sail in the sky before I go home.’ The sailor said, ‘it takes many years to learn and your boat has the wrong sails.’ The boy begged the sailor to teach him,”

“The sailor said he would try to teach him if the boy promised to leave the next morning. The boy agreed. The sailor put a new set of sails on the Zephyr. They sailed all afternoon and the boy tried to sail his boat in the sky. He could not make the Zephyr fly. The sailor said, ‘in the morning we’ll put back your sails and take you home.’ The sailor took the boy to his house and they ate oyster stew.”

“After dinner the sailor played a song on his concertina. They went to bed but the boy could not sleep. He knew he could fly his boat if he tried. He waited for the sailor and his wife to fall asleep. The boy quietly went down to the harbor. The boy rowed out to the Zephyr. The boy felt the wind getting colder and stronger.”

“The boy tried to remember everything the sailor told him “The boy tried to remember everything the sailor told him. He tried to feel the wind. Suddenly the Zephyr began to shake. The boat stared lifting out of the waves. The Zephyr went higher and higher above the water. The Zephyr was flying.”

“The boy looked at the stars to help him to get home “The boy looked at the stars to help him to get home. The wind blew very hard and the sea was stormy. The boy and his boat was safe above the clouds. The boy was sure he was the greatest sailor in the world.”

“The boy saw a tall tower from his village. Suddenly he had an idea “The boy saw a tall tower from his village. Suddenly he had an idea. He would sail over the village and ring the Zephyr’s bell. Everybody would see him and know that he was the greatest sailor. But suddenly the Zephyr began to fall.

“The boy tried to keep the Zephyr in the sky and go back over the sea “The boy tried to keep the Zephyr in the sky and go back over the sea. But the boat fell down through the trees to the ground and that is why it is still here today.”

“That is an amazing story,” I said. “What happened to the boy?” “The old man laughed and said, “he broke his leg. Nobody believed his story. They said the storm threw his boat here.” “People thought the boy was crazy. He never stopped looking for the island.” The old man said, “the wind is coming, I have to go sailing.” He picked up a cane and walked to the harbor. I saw that he was limping.