You can find Burry Inlet on the south coast of Wales. It looks most beautiful from the water.

At least, that's what Mr Morgan was thinking as he sat in the sternsheets of his boat with a fishing line in his hand and watched his son Phoenix drift slowly across the calm water. In fact, on this beautiful autumn evening, the idea would have made a man less easily swayed by patriotism than Mr Maverick.

To make a large body of water, the port opens up when the tide is high. This body of water goes out into the land about ten miles to the east.

To the north is the county of Carmarthen, and to the south is the Gower Peninsula. Even though the beaches are flat, there are round hills in the middle of the land that make the landscape look like it's rolling.

The grey and yellow sand dunes along the shore are very different from the green fields and forests further inland. To the southeast, between Salthouse Point and Penclawdd, Mr.

Maverick could see the house, the sand dunes, the tree, and the field clearly because they were all lit up with a bright light. But the hills in the northwest, past Burry Port, were dark and firm as the sun went down.

Llanelly was right to the north, and it was known for its dark-colored buildings, lots of chimneys, and the masts and funnels of the steamers that were docked in its port. In late September, just before the end of a wonderful day, it was a wonderful evening.

What was there in the sky? Not a cloud or a wave, and the water's surface wasn't moving much. There was warm, humid air all around, and everything in nature looked like it was sleeping happily.

Though the Llanelly mills made a muffled noise that could be heard across the water and the slow, steady clicking of the oars were the only sounds that broke the peaceful silence. The man named Mr.

Maverick was short, clean-shaven, and wore a worn-out, loose Norfolk suit. The suit was the bane of Mrs.

Maverick's life, but her lord and master enjoyed wearing it because it represented freedom from the shackles of the workplace. It looked like he was dreaming as he leaned back in the sternsheets and looked out at the wide bay and the lengthening shadows on the coast.

His thoughts and eyes would sometimes wander to his fourteen-year-old son Phoenix, even though he was rowing. Mr.

Maverick said that the kid was good and that he was pretty tall for his age. Even though he had been going to school for almost three years, he was still his dad's finest friend.

When Mr. Maverick thought about the relationships between some of his friends and their kids, he felt a huge wave of gratitude go through his body.

At this point, the young man stopped rowing. "Hey, dad, we haven't had our usual luck today," he said, looking down at the two fish that were their pre-game entertainment for the afternoon.

"We've not had our usual luck since yesterday. " Read More to learn more.

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