Chapter 2

"Daddy, can you tell me about your ship again?"

"Of course ... can you bring him here, Grisha?"

It must have been a painful experience. Lose so much in such a short time. Also, the only person you are trying to love becomes a symbol of the corruption of your past.

"They've never had children. One was adopted and the other came out of a whore! "

"It's been five years, right ...?"

You want to stay alive. Lead your own future without realizing that your life has long been judged. A shadow of the past hangs over you, that is hard to get rid of.

"Is it true, that you got it from a real pirate?"

"Ohh ... no, he is far from being a real pirate."

The wooden structure of the unfinished skeleton of a sailing ship, enclosed in a glass whiskey bottle. Despite the extremely nasty treatment and rough glass, the model seemed to have an indescribable character at the time of detailed examination. Every smallest spot, broken board and scratched contours gained ethereal value, not possible to estimate by the values ​​we know. This ship had a soul ...

"It's beautiful ..."

"It will be yours soon! You just have to wait patiently for your moment. "

"Really ?! You're lying ... "

"I would never lie to you, Grisha. This bottled ship is a symbol of our families. It shows a world that it cannot become. This is the most important..."

'Come on boy! I would like to show you something. You just have to go deeper into the forest.'

The weather in Hilldawn can be unpredictable during the summer. The beautiful cloudless sky began to shape a nightmarish prophecy of oncoming rain. With the approaching storm, a terrible wind moved. The forest began to dance, urged by the gusty gusts of wind.

Grisha stood upright, not worrying about the rushing storm. His mind was cleared of any thoughts. The sight of a pirate friend filled the boy with indescribable affection. As if so different from each other, they had been tied by the inseparable bond. Grisha, seemingly somewhat bemused by the current situation, moved towards the pirate. He took every subsequent step with caution, he took unimaginable pleasure from being in seclusion with his "friend". The young boy did not want to accelerate the inevitable communion in the middle of the forest, he wanted to extend his stalking.

Zack, still unconscious, far beyond Grisha, looked like a porcelain puppet without strings controlling it. He spoiled nature's landscape so much, his younger brother was angry. By what right he dared to defile such a pure form, it passed all understanding. The older brother's otherness echoed in the wind, which continued to hum the depressing lullaby. Such filthy otherness should be burned out, like a week trying to get into the grace of blooming tulips in a well-kept garden.

'I haven't seen you in a long time, pirate!', Grisha was already so close, practically reaching out he could touch the dirty and wet clothing of the pirate. The backwoods' song embraced the whole world spreading to the horizon. The intimate closeness of both entities turned into a joyful dance of relationships. So little remained so that they could finally become one. A small spark that could allow the natural course of evolution to create a completely new organism, empty inside and full outside.

The pirate stretched out his hand that no ray of sun could grasp. Dark clouds obscured the image of his being to protect the gentleman from possible burns. The outside world seemed so distant then as if it only became a myth passed on by the oldest hags in the countryside.

'Take my hand. I will lead you to where we are going start building the ship.', Grisha without hesitation passed his security and courage to the pirate. When his little hand was swallowed up by the huge and oblivious habitat of debauchery, he felt a new person being born in his heart. The entity was completely different from every animal he read about in the textbooks he received from his father.

The gale made the last pirouette, and the forest played the final melody with the requisition... the world died down. The presence of Grisha and the pirate disappeared. They dissolved in the dark thickets. The clouds parted, revealing the blazing sun, which at that moment took on an unnaturally orange shade. Grisha's reunion with an old friend moved the rusty mechanism. Armed again, it begins counting down the time until its existence is no longer required.

"I love you, Dad."

A poor unacceptable child breaks through an unlit alley in Hilldawn. It was the last day of the winter break for the young man, who for unexplained reasons set off in the nightgown and old boots directly on the coldest night of this winter. He wasn't shivering with cold. It is possible that he did not feel anything through frostbite.

He ran ahead, whimpering someone's name, nothing helped. The person he was looking for was out of his sight. Fear seeped into his heart, terrible thoughts reflected in his head so fast that he felt nauseous. The kid didn't know what he was looking for, he forgot...

The only lantern in the village stood in his path. Modestly made of powdered birch, it decorated the landscape with light. It gave the boy hope to find his destination. However, the moment the child was eagerly waiting for, turned out to be his doom.

A pair of people stood in the shade, just outside the light cast by the lanterns. One was a tall and fat man, the other one was a woman. Both were more naked than the boy himself. They stood still as if they were overcome by grave apathy.

The disgusting sight of the couple penetrated the boy's thoughts, who despite disgust, watched the act. He sought the strength to tear his eyes away from the sneers that the man next to the woman emanated, for at least a moment.

He couldn't understand why he was here and what his purpose was. Even the faces of the people he looked it seemed strange to him. The whole world seemed alien to him... profaned and false.

He folded his arms and made a sign of the cross on his chest. He begged the surrounding matter for forgiveness.

A cool wind blew straight onto the young man's face, blinded him and knocked him to the ground. His body was pinned to the ground. Cool spikes tore his meat, spilling the contents of his guts onto a white duvet. He couldn't scream or move even the slightest muscle of his body. Fortunately, the frost that climbed the body acted like a narcotic, it wasn't long before the boy fell asleep...

"See this beautiful butterfly flight, Grisha? I love watching these noble creatures. Their every move is like a well-oiled machine. Our perception of the world can be changed only thanks to butterflies. They act like pouches with magical sand, which seeps through the holes, gets into our bodies and fills them with hope. "

"I like butterflies too, Dad!"

"Zack ... go help mother with dinner. I'm just talking to my son! "

Chapter 2 of "Pirates Forest"