Harvest moon- a 'wonderful' life

Jack was cutting the grass one day, when Celia came. Radient Celia. Her hazel hair

shimmering in the light. Her deep blue eyes looking romanticaly at him. Her smile,

her teeth as white as pearls. Jack thought that this was it. He had found his true love,

and she hers, in their second meeting.

Celia: Jack..... Jack? I'm moving away to-

Jack: The Isle of Wight? No!!! You can't go! We've only just met! Stay here with me!

Celia: I can't, and anyway how did you know that?

Jack: I have my sources... why do you have to go?

Celia: I have to stay with my grand parents ever since my parents passed away...

And with that, Celia held Jacks hand one last time, said goodbye, and walked of to the

boat. He thought that was it, but little did he know that when true love strikes, it can never be broken.

And with true passion he sneeked upon that ship destined for the Isle of Wight only taking a

a few prized possesins, a flask of water, some rations and his dog, Woofles.