Simion was on his way to Zanzibar, with his father, and their family friend, Mustafah.
Simion had never been to Zanzibar, but he had dreamt that it was where he needed to be for a while, on that mysterious, warm, tropical isle.
“The spice islands!” his father rejoiced. “What an adventure it’ll be!”
“The spice islands!” Mustafah cried, “That’s the place for me!”
“The spice islands…” Simion whispered quietly, as he tried his best to remember his dream.
He pondered on why they hadn’t been there sooner, as he gathered their equipment to load onto the schooner.
Just as they were getting ready to set sail out of the harbour, a thick fog descended on them so they couldn’t move much further. They waited and waited but the fog wouldn’t clear. “Well we can’t get to Zanzibar, looks like we’re stuck here!”
“But father, there’s a light there, coming towards us, never fear!”
There was indeed a light, of a very small stature that shone brightly. It was a moonbeam of all things! That flitted around ever so sprightly! But where did it come from and what did it mean? It was phenomena that had never been seen.
“It’s a moonbeam!” a voice called out. “I keep them here in my lantern..”
“They guide me to places beyond the moon, like here on earth and up to saturn!” she added.
As the figure floated closer, on her own vessel in the mist, she held a lantern up, containing moonbeams that quietly hissed.
“They want their moonbeam back from you, it always floats off see to what’s new!” she laughed.
“But where have you come from? And where are you going? Can I come too? Without my father knowing?” Simion asked excitedly.
“And what about them?” the figure asked. “Where should I send those men?” she added as she beckoned the stray beam back into its lamp.
“Send them both to Zanzibar! And say I’ll be there soon, tell them I haven’t gone that far! I just want to float up to the moon” Simion looked up at the sky, starry eyed.
The figure nodded, she understood, as she jumped aboard the schooner and looked just as she should. She had became Simion, and Simion had became she, a shadow in the mist where he could quietly float free. Between worlds unknown and as mysterious as they seem, and as magical as he’d always dreamt, with the guide of few moonbeams.
Fin.