Paper

The waves were rough. The storm, relentless. Capt. Vikas was in-charge. Hundreds of lives were banking on him to steer the ship to safety. He had to watch for icebergs. Maybe even enemy attack. He was still strategizing when he heard a familiar voice, "Vikas beta... Papa is home".

Off ran 'Capt. Vikas', leaving behind his paper boat in the puddle.