Jots. Checks compass. Continues his walk. He maintains his pace. It was his daily routine.
He always wanted to be a pirate. Captain his own ship, look for sunken treasures. He would stare at his dad’s map and dream.
He was sixty-four now; not a pirate, but a cartographer.
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