The Little Voyage
It was the summer of 1805, and my younger sister Lily and I decided to venture out onto the sea. I was sixteen, and she was ten, but we shared an unbreakable bond. Our family lived near the busy port of Liverpool, where the salty air and the endless sound of waves crashing against the shore were our everyday companions. It was a peaceful life, but Lily and I often dreamed of grand adventures out on the water, just like the sailors and fishermen we’d watch from the docks.
