An Odd Sight
Our whole town was a wreck. The hurricane had no mercy. It had destroyed our houses, damaged our crops, and stole away five of our fishing boats. Our town relied on the salmon that was fished, it was our only export.
One night, I went out for a stroll when a siren went off and began blazing. The street was deserted. Curiosity began prying into me and I followed the noise. It led me to the edge of the forest where a peculiar sight-rested. Our fishing boats, all five of them, were swept away into the forest. What an odd-sight.