[WP] "This used to be a mountain, you know"

The salty ocean breeze stung my face, sore from the bright sun. The glaring sun reflected from the water into my crusty eyes, exhausted from the intense boredom I was experiencing. Mom wanted us to spend more time together. Keep me out of trouble...give Grandpa someone to spend his time with...-of which he hopefully he didn't have much left of.. I hated the old man. He never said anything. He just stared, or kind of grunted. Maybe dementia took his ability to speak. Or some other stupid old person sickness. Hope its not contagious, that would suck.

My stupid fishing line bobbed an extra inch lower in the water. The most its moved in the past three hours in this stupid boat. It dipped a little lower into the stuipid murky water. I glanced over at grandpa, who stupidly grunted while kind of twitching his stupid chin towards the water. I thought about reeling it in, but it was probably just caught on some stupid seaweed for the fourth time. The stuipid rod bent further toward the water...last chance...I gave the crank a small turn. The rod slapped back to the top in the same stupid straight position it was in before. I didn't want the stupid fish anyways.

Grandpa grunted again, his eyes returning to square of water in front of him. The boredom resumed.

"This used to be a mountain you know"

The silence broken, I kind of jumped in my seat. I barely recognized grandpa's voice.

I stared at him. "What...what are you talking about."

"When I was a boy...this used to be a mountain."

"Ok grandpa. Thats nice." Whatever he had was probably acting up. I decided to play along a bit. "How uh, what happened to it? Did it just rain a bunch and it got swallowed up?"

"No. No... Some polar bears melted some ice up north... Something stuipid like that. I don't really remember...Lets head back in kid."

I shrugged him off, stretched myself up out of my seat and walked to the motor. I cranked it up and we started to move back to the harbor. I stared past the wake to see a sandbar near the top of the water where we were.

The dead branches of a forest of trees stared back up at me.

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