In this area not far from his home there were hundreds of islands and some were small and some were big like the one he lived on. This one was fairly small with many other smaller islands nearby. He started kicking his way towards the island as he felt something pushing him in the direction of the island. Spinning around he saw what it was.
Bobby was a boy that was 10 years old. He lived on Melville Island in Northern Australia on the Timor sea. Bobby and his father Robert were sherman. Bobby was young but when you grow up on a boat it’s like walking on land. The teetering back and forth with the waves becomes something expected where the ground only stays still. He enjoyed it.
Bobby would swim with his friends in his small little town and they all knew how to sh and when to sh to get the biggest ones. One time he hooked a sh so big off the dock out over the water that it was pulling him in. He nally had to cut the line after hours of trying to bring the sh in. His muscles were on re and he had to rest and hope to catch that sh another day.
One early morning Bobby and his father went out to their fairly large boat with a few other men to go shing. Sailing out off the island heading starboard (right) the sun was just beginning to come up. By the time the sun had risen and was getting high in the sky, clouds started forming and there was like a dark curtain lowering taking the day away.
Soon the wind was increasing and the waves were growing higher and higher.
Little did he know the adventure that laid ahead. He was alone in the sea.
Snickers!
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