The Late Night Voyage (A Fiction Story)

It was the late night that we traveled to Northern Territory Of Australia.

The year was 1958/

It was late night and in that night it was thunder storm. It was me and my friend Krakhoski. I was starting to think of the story that was written by Shakespeare (The Tempest). Suddenly he shouted it is the time to leave for the voyage.

Our destination was Northern Territory of Australia. Exactly Darwin state. Where I think World War II begin in Australia. We had an ordinary wind ship. The journey was looking very hard until we reached in middle of Indian Ocean then it looked something like impossible. We started our voyage from Madagascar.  We were running out of food. We had some canned bean and that’s all. As we got far from Madagascar the wind begin to double. And of course thunder was at high. My map is all wet, from rain. But I have a campus that will lead me to Indonesia.

The ship is squeaking and it makes me think it is going to sink! But no I have Miles to go before I sleep. This word makes me to remember the Robert Frost poem.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
“Robert Frost)

Yes I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. The purpose of my journey to northern territory of Australia is to discover the beauty of Ayers Rock. The world’s biggest standing rock.

If you want your dreams come true, So don’t sleep!

Yes I see lights and that is Indonesia’s bay. After that I am going to head for Darwin State. And then discover what is the secret of the Ayers Rock.

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