The sea lay placid the day the cousins arrived to play on its northern shore, Two pairs of brothers. Andy and Pete and John and Jim, settled under the shade of a tall tree guarding the gentle curve of their favorite beach They came here often to make castles, roads, and entire villages with the rocks and pebbles at the water’s edge and to listen to the lullaby of the water.
“We’ll end up being fishers like our fathers and grandfathers and great-grandfathers,” one of them said.
“That’s not so bad,» another responded, placing a leaf roof on his sheep barn. “They make pretty good money.»
A louder voice rose in protest. “No! I don’t want to be a fisher. lt‘s boring. I want excitement and fun. I want to travel and see new things.»
The other three looked at each other and chuckled. Pete was always spouting off about how he was going to leave the fishing life and seek adventure beyond some distant horizon,
“Come along, boys,» someone called from the road beyond the trees. “We’ve got to get the boats ready for tonight’s work.»
Pete‘s father waved at the youngsters. Playtime was over. They had nets to arrange and oars to mend.
Years passed. The four cousins became successful fishers, providing a comfortable living for themselves. But Pete never seemed to settle down. especially after he heard about a man who roamed the highlands to the south, a preacher who spoke words of hope to people in need. The man lived outdoors and traveled throughout the region. To the young fishers, that seemed like the perfect life. Yes, that’s what he longed for. Freedom!