Mystery Market
Today was the day a family traveled to an Island covered by mist on a rickety boat. The small craft was anything but a boat, it had wheels which rode the railway track! It was a sight to behold, the sail was dark blue and stretched to the extreme because the wind had picked up. Billy in his white pristine sailor suit was excited. The last time he went to the special market, which happens every four years, was at the age of five. The journey was long but made easier with the breeze, until a huge gust of wind ripped the sail from the wheeled craft. They were all stranded, only a few yards away from the Island. Billy lept into action! He was determined to get them all to the mystery market. He pushed the little vessel with as much power he could muster in his tiny arms. Observing from the sandy beach was a huge gentleman. He was watching the debacle that was ahead of him, and concerned for the family trying to make the Island before getting swept away by the massive storm. Billy was stru