The sun began to rise on the west of the island, and it was bitter from the winter morning. This didn't stop one little boy, though. Gale would make sure every time no matter what he would be at the docks waiting for the monthly supplies shipped over from Victoria. Seeing the sight of the boats racing towards his small island was enough excitement to last him the month before it would repeat all over again. As the ships docked Gale jumped from the tree, he was confined in he began running along the coastline to meet the crew. Leaping from the hill, he landed on the deck as men were uploading shipments.
"Well if it isn't little Gale. Even in this weather, you are here on the dot."
"Of course, of course! I wouldn't miss this time of the month for anything."
The captain ruffed up his hair chuckling. "And are you being good for your mother?" Gale fell silent as the captain raised his eyebrow. "Gale?"
"I try. But it's. They expect too much from me."
