Below the wheelhouse, LaRee sat cross-legged on the low bed of the bunk. His head barely had clearance.
But that didn't matter. LaRee was too eager to pat that any attention while pulling out the box and the scroll. Then, for a few seconds, LaRee pondered which item to open first.
Till LaRee untied the scroll and set the box at his side.
Inhale… Exhale. LaRee took a few breaths to help clear his mind of his many, lingering curiosities.
"... Okay. I'm ready. Mom," LaRee told himself.
He unfurled the scroll and stared back at the strange paint used to write the message. Sniffing the leather parchment, LaRee failed to recognize the scent of the paint.
But LaRee quickly moved along and focused on the actual content of the message.
Immediately, his fingers tensed up while holding the parchment.
"Dear LaRee, My Son,
