Once there was a boy. He liked travelling but the self isolation order due to COVID-19 prevented him from doing so. He created a boat and decorated it so it represented him. He called it the Nomad. He didnՉt have many specific dreams for it. He just wanted it to go where it wanted to go. He had dreams of it reaching the coast of Portugal but he knew it wouldnՉt happen. He settled on the hopes of the Hudson bay.He released it at the red river. It is a very special river as it flows toward the north. He let it go and watched it sail away until he could no longer see it. He wondered about it night and night. The little boat sailed up through North Dakota. It reached the border to Canada on a small runoff stream. It stopped in front of a border patrol officerՉs car. He was walking to his car when he saw the small canoe. He picked it up and walked over to a nearby stream. He told the boat that he hoped it had luck on itՉs journey. It went throughout Canada. Many people saw it floating down stream and watched it float away as Henry had. Yet again it got stuck. It got trapped in between some rocks. The rapids in a river had tossed it about. A hiker saw it and picked it up. He carried it up to the summit of the hike, and let it go down a stream on the top. The boatՉs journey continued. Finally, after three months of travel, it finally arrived at the Hudson Bay. It had taken many detours and had many faults, but it had made it to its destination. It had completed its journey and had travelled as the boy wanted to.