My Heroic Journey

Memories. What occasions come to mind when you hear the word? Everyone has different memories that have formed throughout their lives. For some it’s a trip they took with their family, or a certain place, smell, sight, taste. Whenever you are around this trigger those feelings come back. The magic we hold in our hearts as kids can still be brought out when surrounded by a place with magical memories. It is 100 degrees outside the little sign says 20 minute wait from this point. My dad looks down at me and we both shake our heads yes. He grabs my hand and we start our walk to the end of the line as people file in behind us. The heat seems unbearable, but finally it is dark. I hear the sound of water hitting the sides of the boats. I can see the boats most of the boats with a female name of course as pirates named their ships after women. I wonder which boat I will be put on. As I read the names on the boats as they float by, I wonder where he came up with the names of these boats. Are they special names to him? Were they an ex-lover or friend? A mystery. Which makes it all that more exciting. After what seems like eternity it is finally our turn to board our ship. We got lucky this time front row and the name of our boat is
The ones still alive using the dead ones to attempt to coax a dog holding keys in his mouth. Unsuccessful they continued to try and free themselves. They seemed to forget the doom that they were sure to endure which was dying in the cell. Only their bones left for the next set of prisoners to try and use to coax the dog to give them the keys. A never ending cycle. I rounded another bend and felt heat on my face fallen wood all around, barrels above my head hanging on by a thread. They swayed back and forth even though they were high above my head I felt myself moving in the opposite direction as they were swinging. We were in a magical dance with one