Hurricane-Bro

Bit of a story I'm writing with my sister. Hope you guys like it! Chapter One    Willowby, being the friendly girl she is, was skipping along the brick path bringing the morning towards her neighbors. Carrying her satchel on one shoulder preparing for her gathering of nuts and berries for the most wonderful cookies her grandmother makes for the boys in her dad’s sword- fighting class. Greeting her neighbors with a smile, the villagers waved at her, ‘oh what a wonderful girl ‘tis Willowby’ running through their minds.    She made it to the edge of the village’s barrier where the steep woods began and stopped.

0  In the distance of the ocean, floated a boat carrying a man and a boy. The man seemed to talk to the boy, not moving, not blinking, but only wording a single string of words that formed a sentence.  “Keep going and don't look back,” said the man, over and over again. He was a broken record, only a memory, and was only programmed to say that string of words.  The boy was, unlike the man, alive and willing to move on. He was young, but not too old. Dark brown hair, messy over his head, that seemed to shimmer gold under the sun. Wearing his wet blue jacket, torn from the wooden barriers that was once his airship, over his da