I was sitting in the forest for retired boats, bored and sleepy, the sun beaming down on my old timbers. I was thinking about my happy life at sea and the time when I had an owner. Every morning we went sailing the sea to catch fish and I liked the big waves crashing against my timbers. Sometimes, seagulls would perch on my deck and stand on there. Sitting in the forest, waiting for my owner to come and get me, I felt lonely and old. I was desperate to see somebody. Will my owner ever come for me?