Samuel wasn’t at his chores again. I always figured I knew where he was, but never tried to track him down. It was a nice afternoon, so I decided that I could use some air and discover if I was correct. Sure enough, I found him far from home watching out over the ocean. This was so much further away than the Sound side of the island, but I could tell it was special to the boy.
I came up beside him. “The sea is beautiful today, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Yes, it is, Mom.”
“Are you watching for anything in particular?”
“I’m waiting for a bug to crawl over the horizon.”
“A bug?” I asked with a laugh.
He smiled. “That’s what it looks like. First there’s a dot. It hangs there, sometimes appearing to float in the air over the water. It skims along, slowly growing. Then it resolves itself. Before long I can tell if it’s a local fishing boat or perhaps a merchant ship heading up the coast from New York. But sometimes it’s a whaler, and my heart sings. Often it will head towards New Bedford, or go to round the Cape towards Salem. But sometimes it does come towards us, heading for Town.”
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