It was our third day at sea. We were on our way to Grandmother's house when the storm hit. My brother, Lucas, and I had been lucky we were near the raft when the cruiser smashed into pieces. Luckier still, the raft did not fall apart. But that is where our luck stopped.
As the sun rose, it was getting hot again. "Mia, I'm thirsty", Lucas complained, "Really thirsty." I wouldn't let Lucas drink the sea water - it would only dehydrate us more. The storm had pushed us past the sea border, we were floating in the Exclusion Zone - an area outside of our people's lands. Here, all communications were blocked by the dwarves. No human would know we were there or be able to cross the line to save us. We floated. We floated some more.
It seemed like forever. We held each other and thought of our parents.
Suddenly, we lurched. A dwarf fishing vessel came out of nowhere at incredible speed and grabbed us in a net full of fish. We were scared at first, then Lucas said, "I don't think they have seen us, but they are dragging our raft toward shore." I agreed, "We can hopefully get their attention on shore".
We didn't know much about the dwarves. They keep mostly to themselves to protect their gold. Ever since they put up the Exclusion Zone, humans had left them and the elves behind it to themselves. As we got closer, "Look at that!", shouted Lucas.
The Dwarf shipyard was even larger and grander than I had imagined.