Drawing the Line

The sun was just beginning to creep up on the Horizon on Commodore Island, a small island on the edge of West Blue. The people of the island hadn't woken up yet, and but for one not a single soul stirred.

Torvalds D. Linus laid on the top of the hill looking over his home town. The young man sat upon the hill, staring at the fading night sky as the first rays of the sun began to burn away at the stars.

"Guess this is goodbye Mom. I'm leaving today, setting out on my adventure. I'll try to visit if I can, but the world is a big place." The youth said to his mother as there were hints of tears in his eyes. "I'm glad old Joe took me on, I made just enough money to get away and get these sabres. Already got the boat packed and all my goodbyes said. I'm going to go fulfill our dreams Mom, be more than the poor farmers that we are now. Next time you see me, I'll be standing on top of the world, ya know? Everyone here, they won't be able to laugh anymore, I swear it." Linus took a deep ragged breath as he started to stand up.

The young man placed a bouquet of flowers on his mother as he turned towards the town once more. "Wish me luck Mom, I'll make you proud. But I have to get going, otherwise I might not want to leave." Linus turned back one more time, taking in the sight before he started to move, "So goodbye Mom, get your rest. I'll see you again one day."

Finishing his goodbyes, the young man headed back to town, leaving the hill and his mother's grave behind.

A few changes of clothes, a couple weeks of food, his two weapons, and a small boat. Linus looked at everything he had to his name. The young man had worked for three months to save up, and now that he had made his final purchases, he rattled the 1000 he had in his pocket, the last of his money.

"As much as I hate this place I'll definitely miss it." Linus sighed as he took one last look at his home town. He had spent his entire life here, and it seemed almost surreal to leave it.

"Wait!" An old voice shouted as he began to turn away. "Don't you dare leave without saying goodbye Linus."

"Sorry Mrs. Jones..." Linus turned as he turned back to the woman, "I just wanted to leave before this got any harder."

"That's no excuse and you know it. So take this as your apology." She said as she held out a basket.

"You're a stubborn one, you know that?" Linus chuckled as he ruffled his hair before walking over and taking the basket.

The old woman just smiled. "Now you can leave Linus, do Mary proud."

The young man smiled, "I wouldn't dream of anything else."

The old woman smiled silently as Linus hit the seas, his boat looking tiny against the ocean. For better or worse, that young man was throwing himself at the world.