PROLOGUE
Stanley's eye drowned in tears as his hands slowly touched the car's door. He felt lost, like nothing mattered anymore. What is he going to do? He has nothing anymore and the fact that his brother betrayed him made his heart break once more. In a moment of fury, he snapped at his family, saying that he didn't need anyone. But... He knew it wasn't like this at all...
It wasn't common for him to cry like this. Even when he was alone and painfully hurt. Because then he KNEW that his brother would have his back. He got out of the car and stepped on the golden warm sand. He just wanted to see the shore one more time.
Beause he knew that he couldn't stay there forever. He would need eventually to move to another city. It was too tough there. And he was alone. "Well, this is where all began." he whispered to himself looking at the entrance of the cave. He will surely miss it.
All the moments they had togheter and the fact that they had A DREAM. Their dream that was shattered by his stupid mistake. He could just call Ford in the middle of the night to repair it before the competition. Why was he so stupid?
"At least I can see Stan-o-War one last time..."
He entered the cave and one more time, his eyes were watery and itchy. There, laying on the ground, were two matreses, with lots of pillows, pencils, tools and notebooks scattered all around. Their hideout. The walls were filled with posters and notebook papers with drawings and plans for the ship. Their little heaven, where nobody could neither hurt them, nor intrude their brotherhood. He then looked around for the ship.
And there it was, sitting majesticly on the he sand, with the flags winding in the night's breeze. That was the moment when Stanley realised that he wasn't alone. A shadow swept in the dim light of the moon.
"Who the fuck are you?" Stanley yelled.
"L...Lee..?"
"FORD?"