"Best to get to sleep, son."
We've awoken thirty minutes before seven. Packing our stuff for our new vacation, canceling plans and work for the time being, in order to get there on time. About twelve miles away from where we lived was the port we needed to go.
"Got your stuff son? We have to go very soon."
"I've got everything Father. Oh! Can we pack extra snacks and toys?"
"Make it quick, or else we'll be late."
The car is loaded, plans canceled successfully, along with work. We make our way to the port. Several minutes later, we've finally made it to the port. Citizens and workers alike climbing aboard a large ship, told on the invite. Each one of them presenting their invitation to a gloomy looking captain. Worn out vest, chipped and scratched hat, skin looking more gray, and had a face of ill person. No one seemed to notice as they were all excited to jump aboard the ship to the City of Mayland. There were also people protesting about the ship's presence. Outraged citizens were yelling at everyone who were going on the ship. Including myself and my son.
"Do not go on the ship! You will never come back. My grandmother went on the ship. Never returned!"
"Doom is all you get on that ship! The City of Mayland and just a folklore! Just a mirage on the vast sea!"
Finally, we get towards the gloomy Captain. The captain looked up at myself, then to my son, and smiled widely towards both of us.
"Present the invitation, sirs," the Captain said to us in a very deep voice. Fairly unsettling as well.
"Good. Very good. Enjoy your stay," the Captain said to us. Except, with more of an awkward laugh.
As we climbed up the ship's boarding plank, it kept making a creaking noise. The ship started to look more dirty. Somehow it seems as if seaweed is handing off the edge of the ship. The wood looks more aged and water damaged instead of a smooth bright wood. My son however is enjoying everything, and went talking to the other children on the ship. Laughing and enjoying the ride. I looked back to see if the Captain is coming on board of the ship. He wasn't there anymore. The boarding plank is also up.
"Were we the last people to board the ship?" I've thought to myself.
My son comes back to me happy.
"Did you happen to see the Captain come aboard the ship?' I asked my son.
"No Father. I did not, but I did meet a lot of nice people," my son replies.
A couple of minutes later, the Captain emerges out of his cabin and clears his throat.
"Excuse me everyone," he yells, "we are about to set sail. Enjoy your stay, or make sure you enjoy the stay during the trip. And always remember, the show must go on!"
As soon as he finished, the ship started to move, quicker than normal. I started to wonder if it was the lack of ship rides. All of a sudden, I, and my son, started to hear a piano play. Playing a upbeat song. Yet still disturbing.
Waiters and chefs started to come out from the cabins and from under the deck offering food and drinks. Each one of them looking gloomy, yet had a wide smile. They also all looked more gray and worn.
"Hello good sir, care for a splendid Mayland Tea? Alcohol free, sir. Of course, we also have Alcoholic beverages, such as the Mayland Wine, or Mayland Mead, made with the freshest Mayland Fruit," one of the Waiters offered to me, while carrying a tray full of fancy glasses filled with dark, yet also bright colored liquid. We politely declined.
"But we insist you take one! You must take one, in order to enjoy the wonderful cruise and journey to the wonderful City of Mayland! These drinks are made from fresh Mayland fruits and Herbs that will lift your spirits and make the journey fun! And remember, the show must go on!" the Waiter kept pressuring.
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