Do you need Courage?

The Story of Nim’s Island
My Dad always told me the stories about her. How she was these great oceanographer. The stories about the baby they had. And how my mum has just staunch named her, Nim. She invented that name. At least, that’s all my Dad told of the stories. That’s all my mother rests me now, just these stories. But they’re really some amazing stories. Like the one he calls, the oceanographer and the great blue whale.

Once upon a time, the oceanographer went out on a wild open sea to find out what was in the stomach of the great blue whale. As my mother was starring into the mouth of the whale, a mysterious ship came out nowhere. It was called the Buccaneer ship. It came out too close and had frightened the whale and the oceanographer was swallowed and taken by the sea. Dad felt that we should sail the ocean and look about that whale, that someday, that whale will bring her back to us. I think he just miss’ her. We brought to daddy.
For my fourth birthday, we have sailed around the globe—twice, from the Cape of Good Hope to the pole of Patagonia, from Singapore to the Cook Island. And one day, we found it—our home. This is my island. Not a bad place to grow up, ha? See, I don’t have to go to school. I’m home school. “Hey… Silky! Watch out! Move it.” Or technically, island school. “Sorry”
Everything I know about the world, I learned from my friends. “Galileo!.” Like do you know that two objects, no matter how big they are, would fall in exactly same speed? Galileo proved that. He is my pelican.
Silky, my sea lion, taught me how to swim. So, I return the preferred by teaching her soccer. She is an excellent midfielder. Oh, I bet you didn’t know that sea turtles and some species of lizard really get on each other annoyers. Anything else I need to know about the world, I’ve just to open one of the books my Dad brought for me. With a little imagination, I can go anywhere.
A whole and all, not a bad life. For dinner, I truly gather some vegetables from our garden. And for little addition flavor, I toast in some freshly jagged meal warms. Mm… My Dad’s favorite.
Dad: “Credible day, Nim. New species I think.”
Nim: “Well if it’s new remember what you’re naming at.”
Dad: “Protozoa, Nim. I haven’t forgotten.”
See My Dad’s expert in Biologist. He obsesses with nano plankton, the tiniest little particles in the ocean. I am not really my thing, but chi each isn’t, right?
Dad: “Did you know there are millions of piko plankton in a milliliter of water? Protozoa Nim could be here right now. What—what? Hey, lizard”
Nim: “He is not a lizard. His name is Fred.”
For guy who loves nature, you’ll think he would be more to animals. When they have more than one cell, Jack is sure of losing interest. Scientists write him from all over the world with questions about all of such things. He even writes article sometimes like this great one from National Geographic.
Nim: “What’s the reading?”
Dad: “Thirty-seven knots?”
Hey, I am not saying this scientist is like this for everyone but it still life for us. Every few months, the supply ship comes, bringing us things that we need: new books and papers, nails and clothes, all the things that we can’t make for ourselves. We sail out into the open water to meet it. No one, not even the supply ship’s captain, has ever seen how amazing our little island really is.
Dad: “We’ll take care of our island, Nim, or island is gonna take care of us.”
And that’s the way we wanna keep it, our own perfect secret world.
Dad: “Are you ready?”
Nim: “I am ready.”
Daid: “Ah…Own thing. Look at this, Heirloom tomato seeds. Remember those bla..bala.. we are reading about?”
Nim: “Check it out! The new Alex Rover. “My Arabian Adventure”. What do you think happens to Arabia?”
Dad: “Wait until after dinner, Nim.”
Nim: “No, I am just gonna start it.”
“It’s been my curse in my entire’s life. I do not looking for trouble but somehow it finds me. The question wasn’t, am I going to die? The question was how am I going to die? Will it be by my capture’s guns or will it be death by thirsty. Must be a hero in my own life story.
Alex Rover: “Where are you taking me?”
“Hoodoo…”
Bad Guy: “A special hole is just for you, Alex Rover. Ever hear off the pitch of spiders?”
“HA HA!”
Alex Rover: “Pitch of spiders, ha? Well I guess it hasn’t answered the question ‘how I die’, ha?”
Alex Rover: “No. No. No! Wait. Wait. Wait. Stop! Hey, where’re you going? Oh, death by thirsty makes a lead comeback.”
Nim: “How did Alex Rover get to be Alex Rover?”
Dad: “Well let’s see.”
Nim: “Was he born with all that courage?”
Dad: “What was he born with all that courage? Hm. I think about courage is... It’s something that we have to learn and we learn in a whole lives. It was not just in you. It is in every choice you make within every day.” ***

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