August Price closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he closed his suitcase that was resting on his bed. Today was the day he would leave for Palontis after years of saving up. Today was the day he would finally leave to find the treasure his grandfather told countless tales of. He always wondered why his grandfather never brought home the treasure, but he shrugged it off as he opened his eyes and grabbed the suitcase. Like a child, he ran down his stairs, swung open the front door and stepped outside. He felt like a brand new man even though he hadn’t set out yet. He swiftly turned around to lock the door, and like a ribbon-cutting ceremony for his expedition, the door locked with a satisfying click. He grinned like a blooming fool as he briskly ran to the port, his backpack jumped as if it was excited to leave too; his suitcase handle moistened with the sweat from August’s palms as he like no tomorrow.

As he approached the port, he spotted a stocky man aboard the ship he was to use. His arms were covered in tattoos and the pipe that hung from his mouth was full of tobacco that was never lit. The stocky man looked up the ropes he tied and made eye contact with the bright-eyed, sweaty August. He squinted, tilted his head, then crossed his arms. August stood where he was; looked around to see what the stocky man tried to see, then back at the man.

The man’s eyes widened and with a yell so loud, all of Britain could hear, “August ma’ boy! Git over ‘ere already ‘n help this ol’ man with these ropes!” August quickly ran over to the man, dropped his baggage as if it was dead weight, then hugged him like his life depended on it.

“Kacey! Thank you so much for lending me your ship. I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” The beanstalk-like August’s bones dug into tougher, stockier Kacey; his grip tightened like a boa constrictor with the intent to kill.

“Ah let go of me ya’ fool,” Kacey ripped August off like a band-aid, “I get ya’ love me n’ me dashin’ good looks n’ me sparklin’ personality. Ya don’t gotta tell me twice.” He shined with confidence and his ego almost as big as his bicep. A few seconds passed from August admiring Kacey when he cleared his throat.

“Um, August buddy? Ya might want ta pick ya tings, you left a goddamn mess on ma deck.” August tilted his head and raised his eyebrow.

“A me-” Kacey grabbed August by his shoulders then turned him around to bring the view of his belongings strewn about the deck to his attention. His eyes widened in shock. He didn't know whether to be scared of Kacey or to be disappointed in himself but leaned more towards the latter.

“Just clean it up and we’ll set off when you’re ready,” and with a quiet and forlorn nod, he set to clean up. The clock ticked slowly and as the writer put in unnecessary detail, August was done.

August was beaming because it just occurred to him that they were about to set sail, any minute now. Squirming with his things, he ran up to a busy Kacey excitedly.