As the snow-white clouds floated through the azure sky, the sun reflected off the sparkling aquamarine ocean. Foamy waves billowed into a tall rugged cliff. Atop this precipitous cliff, lay a statue that had past its prime centuries ago. The statue was made of a slate gray rock, which over the years moss had grown upon. Below the statue was a rusted silver plaque, so rusted that the plaque was unreadable.
In front of the plaque, stood an old wise Chinese man named Buk Lau. As the sun shone on his bald head he leaned his frail body towards the plaque and squinted his cocoa brown eyes and bushy eyebrows in an attempt to read the words on the plaque. Even if he could see them, which would be impossible because of the rust, he would not be able to read them because they were in English. Then slowly Buk positioned himself upright and headed for the beach. As he walked across the white sandy beach, sand quickly filled his coffee colored leather shoes. Sweat was absorbed by his navy colored cotton shirt, which made it smell horrendous. He gazed at the aquamarine ocean as the foamy waves washed upon the sandy beach.
Buk walked back to his house after finishing one of his daily morning walks. When Buk reached his aged wooden house, he opened the wooden haze colored door, which made a screeching sound. Buk then quickly grabbed to his tools, a fishing rod and some other fishing equipment. Just when Buk was about to leave, he found a note which said “15 Fish”.
“Rubbish!” Buk thought to himself crunching the note into a paper ball.
Buk readied his motor boat, a cocoa brown boat made of wood with an engine. As usual, he started the engine and sailed off to fish. It was a procedure he had done for the last 20 years. As the propeller on his boat disturbed the aquamarine water, Buk looked around for a good place to fish. He quickly found a spot.
By 6, Buk decided that he had enough fish. He then sailed back home hoping to enjoy a nice meal. At his home Buk counted his catch.
“15,” he said to himself.
Buk came to realized that 15 was the same number on the note he had earlier.
Buk thought it was just his friend Shun who made a lucky guess.
Opening his window, he called to his friend Shun who was pulling his boat onto the beach.
“Nice prediction!” Buk yelled as he put the bag of fish onto the kitchen counter.
“What?” Shun replied. “I made no prediction.”
“Yeah right,” Buk exclaimed taking a fish out of his bag. “I know you were the one who put the note on my door.”
“What note?” Shun asked inquisitively.
“Never mind,” Buk replied nonchalantly. “It probably wasn't you,”
“Yeah probably wasn't me,” Shun replied back. “See ya later!”
Buk decided to forgot about the note. He ate his dinner and went to sleep.
Another note showed up the next day on his door...