“Take me fishing, brothers

The gods promised a bountiful catch

But we must leave now.”


The four brothers paddled

a short distance from shore

When their longboat stops abruptly


“Row fast, harder.

I’ve caught a large one,”

The three oldest brothers row harder,

Not noticing the dropped anchor,

And the islands rising from the ocean.


The youngest brother turns

And looks at the chain of islands.

And smiles.


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