A small anchor fixed the boat to the bed of the cove. I lay on my side and closed my eyes. The rocking of the boat by the wayes was soothing but unknown. The men on the shore were asleeep. Not the twelve-year-old, though. He shifted and lay on his back and decided to look up at the sky. What he saw took him by surprise. He was basically a city kid. He had never really seen the night sky for what it is. As he stared up at millions of stars, he was filled with a dread he had never known before.