From writer: this is an extract from a play i've been working on for a while (wich was actually inspired from a dream i had). the title should suggest the tone of the play, but here is a lighter scene from the coming-of-age/pursuing a dream story. Tell me what you think.

Scene 3
[The SPARKS' home, at the dining table, MR. SPARKS and MRS. SPARKS is sitting, MITCHELL eats his meal slowly.]
MR. SPARKS: So how was work today?
MITCHELL: It was great.
MRS. SPARKS: And how were the wood-cutters and the fisherman's wives?
MITCHELL: They were fine.
MR. SPARKS: [pats his son on the shoulder.] You know son, one of these days you'll grow to be a real good man! You'll make this old fool proud!
[Father and son share a smile]
MRS. SPARKS: Well, 'tis his fourteenth birthday in a week's time. It's best to prepare for another coming year.
MITCHELL: Well actually, Ma, Pa'¦I want to be a sailor.
MR.SPARKS: But you already are a sailor aren't you?
MITCHELL: No, I mean a real sailor. Like, travel the oceans. Explore the world.
MRS SPARKS: The ocean! Mitchell, what is the matter with you?
MITCHELL: Ma '
MRS. SPARKS: You must be ill, he must be ill; I'll call the town doctor!
MITCHELL: No Ma, truthfully'¦
MR. SPARKS: Mitchell, are you sure?
MRS. SPARKS: He's ill for sure,
MITCHELL: No! I've thought about this. I've listened; it's what my heart said for me to do. I want to be a sailor.
MRS. SPARKS: He must be ill! [Walks away.]
MITCHELL: Pa?
MR.SPARKS: But, are you certain? This is home, where you were born.
MITCHELL: I know it is. It'll always be home. But there's a whole world out there to see. I want to see it. It's what my heart told me.
MR. SPARKS: You want to do this?
MITCHELL: Yes.
MR. SPARKS: Really?
MITCHELL: Yes, Pa.
[MR. SPARKS moves to his wife's side.]
MRS. SPARKS: Husband, that child is not leaving the village!
MR. SPARKS: Oh come now, this is the boy's dreams! This is what will make him happy! He's our son, but he's a grown boy now. It's the heart that's leading him, could you stop that?
MRS. SPARKS: He's different'¦
MR. SPARKS: He's our child.
MRS. SPARKS: He's special. [They both walk up to MITCHELL who sat at the table, anxiously.] Son,
MR. SPARKS: Son.
MRS. SPARKS: We decided, that we're going to allow you to go to the city.
MR.SPARKS: We want you to work hard, stay true.
MRS. SPARKS: And do whatever will make you happy.
MR. SPARKS: But never forget us.
MITCHELL: I won't Pa. And I will Ma ' I'm going to the city, I'm going to go to Bigg City, and make you proud! I'll come back here one day and tell you everything! I'm going to become a grown-up! Just like you Pa.
[MR. and MRS. SPARKS are in tears. They bid their son good luck.]
[Calls out:] I'm going to become a sailor!
[MITCHELL grabs his hat and coat, MRS. SPARKS takes out a back-pack and hands it to her son. He takes it graciously and exits the house.]

Scene 4
[It is the next week, morning and the townsfolk pour in from all sides.]
WOMAN 1: Did you hear? The Spark's son is leaving the village!
[The crowds are aghast.]
MITCHELL: [running around, greeting each person respective.] Goodbye, ma'ams. I'm leaving to the city. Mrs Berry, did you hear? I am going to be a sailor!
Goodbye good-sir's. I am leaving to Bigg City! Mr. Berry, farewell, sir!
Butcher Long, I am going to the city, and I'm going to sail across the world!
Goodbye everybody!
Good bye Mr. Whiskers.
MR. WHISKERS: Se ya kid'¦ and Good's speed!
MITCHELL: Bye everyone, I'm going! I'm going! [Quiet down, serious now, he hooks up at his parents.] Ma, Pa! [He moves C. to BOB.] Captain on deck. [Salutes. BOB salutes back, and softly smiles.]
BOB: You take care now.
[MITCHELL nods.]
MITCHELL: Farewell everyone! I'm leaving to Bigg City!
[Lights down.]

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