By Stephen Crane
ReadOasis Step 3
(Part 5)
The men waited and waited but nothing happened. The sun began to go down. It got dark and cold. They could no longer see anyone on the beach.
The sailor rowed, and then the reporter rowed, and then the sailor rowed again. They rowed and rowed through the long night. The land had disappeared but they could hear the low sound of the waves hitting the shore. This was a quiet night.
The cook finally spoke: “Billie, what kind of pie do you like best?”
“Pie!”...