Hex sat on the shore, staring at the endless expanse of water.
He heard plenty of stories about the coast and sailing over the sea. He dreamed about a voyage at sea. Only a few people he knew in Grindeston had crossed the sea. Their adventures at sea stoked the imagination of the younger him.
'Tonight I will see whether those old fucks were lying or are the horrors of the sea true.'
His weary mind and body didn't stop feeling excited. His childhood dream of seeing the world involved the sea a lot. The old men at the Square liked to brag about their experience. In his heart, he wished to encounter something out of their stories. Perhaps a secret island or a drifting barrel that led to an adventure involving a treasure. He wasn't particularly interested in hearing the songs though.
"What are you thinking about?"
