<span style="font-family: times new roman;">David pulled himself away from his worried contemplation and grinned at his friend. <span style="color: #0000FF">"You know it!"</span> He exclaimed in agreement. He looked out to the sea ahead of them. Beautiful really. He honestly could not wait until he was old enough to do whatever he wanted. No mother, father, or elder brother to stop him. Ruin his fun. He was going to sail all of it. Explore every inch of it. <br/><br/>Faintly, in the back of his mind, it registered that the sun was setting. Splaying a gorgeous mixture of red and orange hues across the water and sky. He released an exaggeratedly deep sigh. It was getting late. He sat down beside Catherine and began to slip his shoes and socks back on. Buckling the large buckle with small, deft fingers. He leaned back on his forearms. Admiring the view in front of him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"Catherine, it is getting late."</span> He stated. <span style="color: #0000FF">"Ready to head back home?"</span> He rolled his head over to the side and rested it on his shoulder. Watching as her equally small fingers skillfully redid her big black braid. David was glad he did not have that much hair. It must have been a hassle to do all the time. Heck, he found his own short hair a hassle to maintain. Rather disliking having to comb it through in the morning just for his brother or father to muss it up hours later.</span>