Kelin was a curious and adventurous boy who loved to explore the sea. He had a small boat that he used to sail around the coast of his island. One day, he decided to go further than usual and see what he could find. He packed some food, water, and a pair of binoculars and set off.
He sailed for a few hours, enjoying the breeze and the waves. He saw some dolphins, a whale, and a flock of seagulls. He felt happy and free. He wondered what else he could discover in the vast ocean.
He reached a point where he could no longer see the land behind him. He decided to turn back, but before he did, he noticed something floating in the water. It looked like a piece of wood or a crate. He decided to check it out, hoping it might contain something valuable or interesting.
He approached the object slowly and carefully. As he got closer, he realized it was not a crate or a piece of wood. It was a body. A human body.
Kelin felt a surge of fear and shock. He had never seen a dead person before. He wondered who it was and how they died. He wondered if they were killed by pirates or sharks or drowned in a storm. He wondered if they had any family or friends who were looking for them.
He wanted to get away from the body as fast as possible, but he also felt a sense of duty and compassion. He thought that maybe he could help identify the person and give them a proper burial. He thought that maybe he could solve the mystery of their death and bring justice to their killer.
He took out his binoculars and examined the body from a safe distance. It was a man, wearing a blue shirt and black pants. He had dark hair and a beard. He had a bullet wound in his chest and blood stains on his clothes. He had no shoes or socks on his feet.
Kelin looked around for any clues or signs of what happened to him. He saw nothing but water and sky. He wondered how long the body had been floating there and where it came from.
He decided to take a closer look at the body, hoping to find some identification or evidence. He tied his boat to the body’s arm and climbed over. He searched the pockets of the man’s clothes, but found nothing but some coins and a lighter. He checked the collar of his shirt, but found no tag or label.
He was about to give up when he noticed something shiny on the man’s finger. It was a ring. A gold ring with an inscription inside. Kelin read it with difficulty:
“To my beloved Anna, forever yours, James.”
Kelin felt a pang of sadness and sympathy for the man and his lover. He wondered who Anna was and where she was now. He wondered if she knew what happened to James.
He decided to keep the ring as a clue and as a souvenir. He thought that maybe he could find Anna someday and give her the ring back. He thought that maybe he could tell her James’s story and comfort her.
He untied his boat from the body’s arm and prepared to leave. He said a silent prayer for James and wished him peace in the afterlife.
He turned his boat around and headed back to his island. He had a lot of questions in his mind and a lot of determination in his heart.
He was going to solve the mystery of James’s death.
He was going to find Anna.
He was going to be a hero.
The end.
