The Tug Boat

“What time is it?” I hear my father say. “Just about noon, sir.” The worker says as he’s checking his watch. The tugboat lurched forward and came to a stop. I couldn’t make out what was hiding in the fog, or where we were exactly. I couldn’t wait until we arrived to London. My mother was worried sick about me and my father’s trip to Belgium. After all, she is the one who sent us. I’m still not sure why. A tall, figure appeared from the fog. I think- it was a boy about my age. Maybe a little older. What was he doing out here?…. -In the middle of the night. I watched as the boy pulled the boat into the doc and tied it up. He had strong arms, green eyes, and dirty blonde hair. He looked at me and our eyes locked, until my father moved in front of me, getting off the boat. The boy held out his hand and helped me up.  I looked down. I felt so embarrassed. My clothes were all dirty and torn up from the boat ride. Then I looked at the boy, and he hadly had any clothes. He as just wearing shorts and shoes. No shirt. An old man driving a black Rolls royce phantom pulled up next to the old, wood, dock. “Just in time. ” Father says. As my father gets into the car, I feel a piece of paper slip into my hand. I smile, and place the letter into my pocket.

Moments later in the car, I open this mysterious letter. It’s written in beautiful cursive, and says “Meet me back at the dock at 6”. I wonder who this is from… NOT! I know EXACTLY who this is from! As i’m walking down the ally, I trip on a big rock in the middle of the path. My knees bloody, and my hands torn up. I don’t cry though. I’ve been through way worse. I finally arrive at the dock, and search for the boy. I hear footsteps behind me. It must be the ally people who followed me here. Good thing I took self defense classes. I turn around and punch the man in the stomach. “Agh! Nice to meet you, too.” The boy says as he’s clutching at his stomach. “Oh my gosh! I thought-” I say in pity. “It’s ok. It was my fault for sneaking up on you.” He cuts me off. “Anyway, I wanted to show you the sunset! It’s beautiful.” The boy says. We walk over to the end of the dock as I take my boots off and dip our feet into the water “Wow… What’s your name? We haven’t like, properly met.” I say as I’m watching the sunset. ” Oliver Wright.” The boy says as he turns to me. “I’m Charlotte Evans.” I say. “Charlotte?! Get back over here! What are you doing with a peasant?!” My father yells. “This is going to be fun…” I say sarcastically.