Rummaging in a box with toys, I pulled out a compass with a torn off arrow, which I was given a few years ago. The compass quickly bored me, and when the arrow fell off, I put it on the bottom of the box and forgot. Why did I suddenly want to take him back in my arms? Read the novel by Jules Verne “Fifteen-year-old captain” and in a good way envied Dick Sand, who became captain of the “Pilgrim”. It is interesting that in his fifteen years the boy was not afraid to take control of the ship on himself. Dick was a good boy. A good boy, as the old sailors say, brings the ship happiness and tailwind. But in itself a tailwind would not have helped the Pilgrim much if Dick had not been able to use a map, a compass and other instruments. After all, it was possible to run
I pictured myself in the place of Dick Sand and realized that, at best, I could only be a passenger of the “Pilgrim”. I did not even really learn the compass that was given to me. To become a captain, one must be able to do everything that an ordinary sailor does: climb ropes, raise and lower sails, and much more. You must have a strong masculine character, be able to manage the crew so that you are obedient and respected. And then I thought: what would Dick Sand say after learning about my habits? I like to sleep, not hardened, and I’m not accustomed to make an independent decision.
So I’m far away from Dick Sand, although we are almost the same age. However, Dick Sand, too, did not immediately gain experience. So I’ll repair the compass and let it always be on my desk as a reminder that a person can do a lot if he really wants it.