My cargo had been packed into separate boxes and loaded onto the ship, and I had set sail. At first I had to learn to steer the large ship and to put up the sails, and this was not easy. When I set out I did not realise that the journey would take quite as long, but there had been storms and other setbacks along the way. The ship had needed repair several times, and I had remained in harbour for long lengths of time, unable to sail.
When I landed at each port, the people did not understand my language, so I made diagrams and charts for them to look at. I tried to show them what was contained in my cargo. At times the boxes had to be re-packed. When the load was too heavy, items were removed and left behind. Sometimes when I found valuable things along the way I put them into boxes and brought them with me.
As I headed to harbour at my final destination, the waters were clear and calm, and the sky was blue. I could see the shore line. From a distance I could also see sharp rocks just piercing the surface of the water, but there was a narrow channel between them. Two smaller sturdy boats came out to guide me along the final stretch. Their captains had a long experience of these waters, and could help me take my cargo to safety.
I wondered what would be thought of the surprises that my boxes contained. Surely the journey was worthwhile? I had learned to steer the ship, and to navigate across large distances between different lands. I was able to communicate in a different way so that everyone could try to understand me. This made me happy that I had set sail.