I felt suprisingly good,concidering I just gave up my child.
They said they would take good care of him,and that the ship they lived on was the strongest kind around!
So as I walked away I prayed to whoever would listen that he would be alright.
The days turned into weeks and the months turned into years and I got along as best I could,even after hearing about a trio of ships that were torn to peaces by a force of unimaginable power!
At first I thought it was a storm,but my friend told me that the sky was all clear that day.
So I guessed it was a monster that sank them,and I prayed that my son
was not envolved.
I don't know if that did any good so I decided to send someone out to find him,someone who had nothing better to do and would work for something other then money if posible.