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"On the distant shore of San Narval, you will find the family that remains for you. When I pass away, go there with your son to begin a new life."
Those were Luca's grandfather's last words on his deathbed. Shortly after, his father Gregg began to repair the old boat lying in the harbor of San Veronica, determined to keep the promise he had made to his father. He set out to find the last members of his family to give Lucas, his only son, a better life on the island of San Narval.
A long time ago, when he was just an 8-year-old boy, he, Gregg, and his father crossed the sea to move to the island of San Veronica. Father and son started a new life in the place they called home; Gregg grew up as a fisherman like his father. When he came of age, he met an island girl, married her, and had a son. Unfortunately, Gregg lost his wife during childbirth… Just like at the beginning, all that remained was a father and his son.
The family consisted of a father, a son, and their grandfather. They fished for a living and for fun, living in peace by the seashore for 8 years until the grandfather fell ill... Now the story repeats itself: a man and his son plan to cross the sea in search of the promised land where they can start a new life.
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In open waters, heading toward the horizon, sailing toward a better life, father and son navigate calm waters under an incandescent sun; nothing and no one will stop them from reaching their destination. Meanwhile, they conversed:
—Dad, what is San Narval like? —asked little Lucas.
While his father had his hands on the ship's wheel, Lucas thought of a question to pass the time. His father tried to remember his childhood, but couldn't.
—I don't remember. Your grandfather took me very far from there when I was your age. I only know that I was born there and that your grandparents met in that place. —Gregg said sadly.
Lucas felt much curiosity about the future that awaited him on the new island, and at the same time, he could notice a coincidence with the old stories his grandfather used to tell him.
—So you had a life very similar to Grandpa's because you met Mom in San Veronica. —he said innocently.
Gregg yearned for the island where he grew up but found no sense in living in a place where he had suffered so many losses. He fondly remembered the stories his father told him, thus feeling hopeful.
—Yeah, it's funny… We both went through the same thing. —he said nostalgically.
Little Luca constantly looked toward the ship's stern, his gaze lost on the horizon, in the direction of his former home.
—So… does that mean I'm going to go through the same thing? —he asked innocently.
—What do you mean? —said Gregg, puzzled.
—When I'm an adult and have a son, will I have to go back to San Veronica? —doubtfully.
That innocent question hit hard, as for the first time, the father worried about the future of his firstborn.
—I… I don’t know; I hope not. —he said, concerned about the future.
Gregg let go of the wheel for a moment, moved closer to his son, put a hand on his shoulder, and said:
—Listen, son… Just because your grandfather's life and mine coincided in some ways doesn't mean you'll live the same. Destiny makes us navigate through mysterious waters, and no one can guarantee what that journey will be like.
—Your grandfather used to tell me he hoped you would follow in our footsteps, but I sincerely tell you to do what you feel is right. You are just a child, but I believe you will be a good man no matter where you find yourself. —he said confidently.
Lucas looked into his father's eyes and said from the bottom of his heart:
—I would like to keep fishing with you, Dad. That makes me very happy.
Gregg felt deeply moved, enough for tears to well up in his eyes.
—If that’s what you want, it will be a pride to fish by your side.
The next day, at 9 AM, they arrived at the port of San Narval, an island already forgotten or never before seen by its visitors. Upon touching land, Gregg looked at his son to give him a piece of advice:
—Listen, son, behave well when you meet your cousins. We need to make a good first impression.
It was time to face the family that had been left behind; Gregg's mind was a jumble of nervousness. He hadn't even thought of the right words to break the news about his father's passing.
But it was something that had to be done; reuniting with family was the best for Luca.
He walked along the beach observing the sea, turned to look at his father, and said:
—And where are we going to live now, Dad? —he asked disheartened.
That was another concern for Gregg: not being welcomed on the island or by his family. At that moment, he could only follow his own advice.
—One thing at a time, son. I will take care of that when we reunite with the family. For now, just enjoy the view.
—Okay.
The horizon that father and son looked at from that shore kept them united, no matter what happened in life.
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“En la lejana costa de San Narval, encontraras a la familia que aun te queda, cuando fallezca, ve allá con tu hijo para empezar una nueva vida”
Esas fueron las últimas palabras del abuelo de Luca en su lecho de muerte, poco después, su padre Gregg empezó a reparar el viejo bote que yacía en el puerto de San Verónica, para cumplir la promesa que le había hecho a su padre, se dispuso a buscar a los últimos miembros de su familia para darle a Lucas, su único hijo una mejor vida en la isla de San Narval.
Hace mucho tiempo, Cuando era un pequeño de 8 años, él Gregg y su padre cruzaron el mar para mudarse a la isla de San Verónica, padre e hijo iniciaron una nueva vida en ese lugar al cual llamaron hogar; Gregg se crió como pescador al igual que su padre, cuando llego a la mayoría de edad conoció a una chica isleña con la cual contrajo matrimonio y tuvo un hijo, lamentablemente Gregg perdería a su esposa en el proceso de parto… Al igual que al principio solo quedaron un padre y su hijo.
La familia se limito al de un padre, un hijo y su abuelo. Pescaban por oficio y por diversión, vivieron en paz cerca a la orilla del mar por 8 años hasta que el abuelo enfermo…
Ahora la historia se repite, un hombre junto a su hijo pretende cruzar el mar en busca de la tierra prometida en la cual empezar una nueva vida.
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En mar abierto, con dirección al horizonte, rumbo a una vida mejor, Padre e hijo navegan por aguas serenas bajo un sol incandescente, nada ni nadie podrá detenerlos de llegar a su destino. Mientras tanto, conversaban:
—Papa ¿Cómo es San Narval?—dijo el pequeño Lucas.
Mientras su padre tenía las manos puestas en el timón del barco, a Luca se le ocurrió hacer una pregunta para pasar el tiempo. Su padre trato de recordar su niñez, pero no lograba hacerlo.
—No lo recuerdo, tu abuelo me llevo muy lejos de ahí cuando yo tenía tu edad, solo sé que nací ahí y en ese lugar se conocieron tus abuelos. — dijo Gregg con tristeza.
Lucas sentía mucha curiosidad por el futuro que le deparaba en una nueva isla, y al mismo tiempo podía notar una coincidencia con las viejas historias que le contaba su abuelo.
—Entonces tuviste una vida muy similar a la del abuelo, porque tú conociste a Mama en San Verónica. —dijo con candidez.
Gregg añoraba la isla en la cual creció, pero ya no le encontraba sentido vivir en donde ha sufrido tantas perdidas, recordaba con cariño esas historias que le contaba su padre, por lo que estaba esperanzado.
—Sí, es curioso… Ambos pasamos por lo mismo. —dijo nostálgico.
El pequeño Luca observaba constantemente hacia la popa del barco, tenía la mirada perdida en el horizonte, en dirección a su antiguo hogar.
—Entonces… ¿Eso significa que yo voy a pasar por lo mismo?—pregunto inocente.
—¿Qué cosa?—dijo extrañado.
—Cuando sea adulto y tenga un hijo, ¿Voy a tener que regresar a San Verónica?—dudoso.
Esa pregunta inocente fue un golpe de realidad, por primera vez, el padre se preocupaba del futuro de su primogénito.
—Yo… No lo sé, no lo creo. Espero que no. —dijo preocupado por el futuro.
Gregg soltó el timón por un momento, se acerco a su hijo para tomarle del hombro y decirle:
—Escucha hijo… Solo porque la vida de tu abuelo y la de tu padre coincidieran en algunas cosas, no significa que vayas a vivir lo mismo. El destino nos hace navegar por aguas misteriosas, y nadie puede asegurarte como será ese viaje.
—Tu abuelo solía decirme que esperaba que tu siguieras nuestros pasos, pero de corazón te digo que hagas lo sientas correcto hacer. Eres apenas un niño, pero creo que serás un buen hombre sin importar en donde te encuentres. — dijo confiado.
Lucas miro a su padre a los ojos y le dijo desde el fondo de su corazón:
—Me gustaría seguir pescando contigo Papa, eso me hace muy feliz.
Gregg se sintió muy conmovido, lo suficiente como para que brotaran lagrimas de sus ojos.
—Si es lo quieres, será un orgullo pescar a tu lado.
Al día siguiente, a las 9 AM llegaron al puerto de San Narval, una isla ya olvidada o nunca antes vista por sus visitantes, al tocar tierra, Gregg miro a su hijo para darle un consejo:
—Escucha hijo, pórtate bien cuando conozcas a tus primos, hay que causar una buena primera impresión.
Era hora de encarar a la familia que se dejo de lado, la mente de Gregg estaba hecha un lió de nerviosismo, ni siquiera había pensado las palabras adecuadas para dar las malas noticias del fallecimiento de su padre.
Pero era algo que tenía que hacerse, reunirse de nuevo con la familia era lo mejor para Luca.
Este caminaba por la orilla de la playa observando el mar, volteo a ver a su padre y le dijo:
—¿Y en donde vamos a vivir ahora Papa?—le pregunto desanimado.
Esa era otra preocupación que tenia Gregg, el no ser bien recibido en la isla o por su familia, en ese momento, solo podía seguir su propio consejo.
—Un asunto a la vez hijo, me encargare de eso cuando nos reunamos con la familia. Por los momentos solo disfruta de la vista.
—Está bien.
El horizonte que padre e hijo miraban desde esa costa los mantuvo unidos sin importar qué sucediera en la vida cada quien.
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STOPMe gustó mucho la historia: nostálgica y melancólica. A veces los padres temen que sus hijos sigan sus pasos, temiendo que repitan sus mismos errores. En ocasiones es inevitable y la historia se repite una y otra vez.
Your story had potential. it would have benefited from further development to flesh out the relationship between father and grandfather, and grandfather and grandson, and the reasons why they had not returned to San Narval sooner eg: while the grandfather was still alive. The intro was a little confusing as the grandson's name changed from Jake to Lucas which immediately reminded me of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children where the MC, Jake, loses his grandfather, whose dying wish is for him to go to the island. Of course, your story is different, and inspiration can be gleaned from anywhere, but it is better to proofread and edit, and at least ensure that your characters names do not change during your story ;-)
Thank you for pointing out that editing error that I overlooked.
Everyone at that point will be feeling the nervousness that Lucas is feeling after the death of his grandfather. He was not really sure what the world holds ahead in the future