Shells
I found a shell on the beach today. While I was waiting for the tide to leave I sat with my shell, holding it out to the sea to capture its noise. It's a sound I never want to forget. As long as I live, I will hope to remember this sound.
When the tide goes out I have to hurry to get my oysters. There is a tribe of people who live by the sea, and they too wait for oysters. They're not a bad tribe, but they believe in independence. Every man for himself, even the children. They eat what they get themselves, and if someone doesn't get enough, then that's too bad for them. Only the quickest will live, unless someone is willing to share their own food. I've sat with them at night, around their great bonfires on the beach.
There is a little boy there who reminds me of Naruto. He runs out with the others and tries his best, but he only ever manages to get one or two shells. More often than not, he loses them when they spit at him. The other tribe members refuse to help him, as is their way, and he sits on the edge of the circle while everyone else roasts their oysters.
I offered him some of mine once, and he refused me. I'm afraid he is very much like Naruto, and he will either die young, or he will grow up to be the strongest of all.