Every single inhabitant in Everville sat around the huge bonfire that night. Old McFarning was almost done with his midsummer-speech which Peter thought had lasted eternally.
Peter was a nosy young elf who was as extroverted as possible in the little village. When McFarning’s speech was over the euphoric crowd started applauding madly. The six, bony old ladies at the front row once again agreed that this one was his best midsummer-speech ever, as they had done for the past hundred and twenty seven years. They had just reached their hundred and fifty seventh year which was pretty old, even for elves. When McFarning sat down, looking very pleased with himself as he always did after speaking, the bony sisters approached him, complementing his spectacular speech. Peter, along with the rest of the youngsters sat down on a bench besides the bonfire. When Peter’s best friend Dillon started on his world-famous jokes, (at least in Everville) Peter spotted a boat approaching the northern shore. It was a boat unlike any other he’d ever seen before. It was black with sails that looked almost transparent. It had dim front-lights which barely lighted up the water in front of it. Peter sat gazing at it until Petch snapped him out of his trance with a nonchalant grin: “Ey, Wonderboy, what’r yeh lookin’a?” And the boat was gone. “Didn’t yeh see tha boat?” Peter asked. “Eh, no, I think yeh mind’s trippin, Petey.” Dillon said. Peter let the matter drop even though he was perfectly aware of what he’d seen.