The Ferry That Danced with the Waves
The sea wasn’t in the mood to play nice that morning. Waves rolled in like they were auditioning for an action movie, slapping the shore with dramatic flair. Out in the distance, a ferry appeared, wobbling like a determined penguin marching against the wind. The captain, cool as a cucumber, aimed the nose of the vessel straight for the dock, daring the waves to stop him.
After a few heroic bobs, dips, and side shimmies (worthy of a dance-off), the ferry finally kissed the dock with a triumphant bump. Applause might as well have played in the background.
That’s when the real comedy began. The gates opened, and out came the parade: people clutching their hats, coats flapping like superhero capes, and cars cautiously rolling forward as if they were sneaking into a secret club. One tiny hatchback even honked as though saying, “Don’t worry guys, I got this.”
By the time everyone boarded, the ferry looked less like a vessel and more like a community on the move, bound together by bravery, sea spray, and the promise of snacks inside. The waves sulked, defeated. The ferry had won this round.
