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It’s a quick sprint to the door.

Eeala finds her mother and aunt,

which makes her heart soar.

She remembers that low, unusual sound

and a weird splash that was heard before.

Eeala runs towards her family,

and hopes the splashing would be no more.

She sees her mom in a yellow dress and her

aunt in a purple one.

While her mom has short, curly hair and her

aunt has blonde hair in a bun.

Eeala says, “Hey, Mom,

I heard something in the ocean,

and I don’t know what it is,

but it doesn’t seem mean.”

Her mother says, “Honey, what are you

talking about?

It’s probably a fish that you’ve heard

or may have seen.”

Eeala says, “No, Mommy.

This fish was big,

and it made a really, weird sound.

I walked closer to the ocean,

but the creature was nowhere

to be found.

I heard a giant splash,

and its voice came too,

it did not stray.

And it didn’t sound mean,

but it scared me,

tell it to go away.”

Her mother says, “Eeala, don’t worry

your heart away. It probably wasn’t

anything.

It was probably just a fish or a whale.

Anything that the sea could bring.

The ocean is filled with many wonders,

some things we may not know.

But that’s why we have people like your father.

The mysteries are where those fishermen go.”

Eeala says, “Well, maybe

I’ll grow up and be like him.”

Her mother says, “Well, maybe when you’re older

and you can do a little more than swim.”

Eeala smiles at her mother

as she caresses her curly hair too.

Her mother says, “Well, if you’re

ready, baby. We do have some place

to head to.”

And her mother and aunt board her

on the tandem bike

and begin to ride to the Zweif Fair.

Eeala watches her mother steer the bike,

as well as stir up dirt in the air.

They dash and dodge

between the zooming cars.

And the day begins to dim

with the sight of stars.

They make it to the fair

and see the shops and booths.

With the Zweif market flooded

with old folks and troubled youths.

Eeala’s aunt locks up the bike

as Eeala’s mother holds her close.

The singers sing,

and the steel drums ring,

giving their ears a lively dose.

The smells of incense and oil

soar all through the crowds.

As the steam from all of the food booths

makes every customer walk in the clouds.

The sight of golden trinkets

catches Eeala’s curious eye.

She gazes at all the little statues,

which makes her heart sigh.

As she tugs on her mother’s hand,

so she can sway to the booth’s side.

To allow her mother to let her go

and see what else these booth’s provide.

Eeala says, “Hey, Mom. Can I go look

at those trinkets over there?”

Her mother says, “Okay, honey,

let’s both walk over,

just let me know which booth, and where.”

Eeala points, “That one, right there.”

Her finger glides to the booth with the

pretty, wool blankets.

Her mother says, “Ooo… let’s go. I like

their statues and little trinkets.”

They both walk over and her aunt says,

“Viola, I’m going to the dock for some fish.”

Eeala’s mother says, “Okay, Cee, sounds good.

You go on and do as you wish.”

The words barely spill out of her mouth

as Eeala drags her mother to the booth.

Eeala yells, “Aunt Cee, can you get me some shrimp, please,

or maybe some dried kiwis

for my sweet tooth?”

Her Aunt Cecilia smiles and yells over the crowd,

“Sure, honey, I can do that with ease, but those

kiwis I can’t promise because they’re hard to find, to

tell you the truth.”

Eeala yells “Okay, just see what you can do,” as her

mother and her make it to the booth.

Eeala hears her aunt say from a distance, “I remember

those days, so curious in my youth.”

As Eeala gets a closer look at the trinkets,

making her eyes shimmer with glee.

Her mother says, “Make sure you get something,

since you never know where these small booths flee.”

Eeala gazes upon the many trinkets,

all shiny and sparkling.

She says, “Mommy, they’re all so beautiful.

I can’t pick, since they all look charming.”

Her mother says, “Well, Eeala,

how about the dolphin one?

You like dolphins.”

“No, I don’t want to pick that one,

its colors give me the spins.

I want something that’s shiny.

Something to shine in the starry night.”

“Well, what about this one,” her mother says.

“That trinket shines so bright.”

Eeala turns her eyes to a small, monkey statue,

with an apple held in its hands.

It holds a smile that places joy on her face,

something only her curiosity understands.

As Eeala lifts the statue

and holds it up to the booth owner,

she says, “May I have this? I would

very much like to own her.”

The booth owner smiles and says, “Well, dear,

that answer is truly up to your mother.”

Eeala’s mother says, “Well, honey,

you can have it, if you don’t like any other.”

Eeala quickly grabs the statue

and runs away, back into the crowd.”

Her mother pays the owner,

and shouts at Eeala, getting loud.

She yells, “Eeala, I’m warning you.

Don’t run so far away.”

Eeala says, “Mommy, don’t worry.

The stress will ruin this beautiful day.”

Eeala’s mom rolls her eyes,

but then a smile pops on her face.

“I don’t know what to do with this

wise child who’s always in a race.”

The booth owner says, “Just follow your heart,

it will guide you to her heart.”

Eeala’s mother hears a shout from her sister,

turning her attention towards the fish mart.

She hears her sister say,

“Vi, I found something. Come quick.”

So Eeala’s mother heads toward the market,

though the smell starts to make her sick.

And to her surprise, she sees her sister near,

and her daughter, a foot away from the dock.

As Eeala’s eyes are steady upon the sea,

she sits quietly upon a large rock.

The sun completely fades, and the night sky

lights up with the moon.

Eeala can hear her mother shout her name and say,

“Come down, we’re going to be leaving soon.”

Eeala walks toward her family

but keeps her eyes set on the waves.

To see the ships on the rocky waters

that each one of them braves.

Her mother holds her close

as the music from the fair starts to get loud.

Her Aunt Ceclia holds a bag of shrimp,

saying “Ela, I hope this makes you proud.”

Eeala jumps in glee as they all make their

way to their bike

and leave the market fair.

As they saddle up and ride through the

empty streets,

singing songs that the islands share.

Dancing under the moonlight,

the Zweif air gives a cool feeling.

We lift it up in song

and give it a morning healing.

Let’s rise and sing it loud,

‘cause another day has come to past.

Dancing under the moonlight,

let’s live and make it last.

Let’s dance under the moonlight,

and live the night away.

Tomorrow will be here soon;

it will only last a day.

These waves break on the shoreline,

and the sun will make them fade.

So dance under the moonlight,

on the beaches that they made.