The boy who saved Thunder Dunes

Come one, come all, right this way, more is merrier I say
Step right up and grab a chair, as the magic of story fills the air

— Jasper Cameron, to a gathering of children on a summers night

There is a song, veriation of which are told the world over, about a boy who saves a city from certain doom. I wont force you to listen to me butcher it, truth be told i've never had much of a mind for remembering songs anyhow. No I am here to tell you the true tale that the songs are based on.
You see long ago, Thunder Dunes was not the busteling metropolis that it is today, but a small town on the sea, scraping by a living off the bounty of the ocean. Others would come to trade with them, but just as often they would come to raid, taking hard earned bounties and leaving behind destruction and death in their wake.
A boy was out in the grassy hills to the west of town, tending the alpacca herd with his uncle, when he spotted sails on the horizon and a whisp of smoke further west. He tried to tell his uncle, but the older man had poor eyesight, and worse hearing. He waved away his nephews concern, for they had just dealt with raiders the previous month, and had nothing worth taking.
Worries gnawed at the boy through out the rest of the day, That evening, he snuck away to see if he could discover anything. Making his way to the next town up the coast, what he found sickened him, for these wre not raiders like they were used to. The now nameless town had been reduced to ash, every building burned, and the townspeople were being tortured and killed for sport.

Pulled up on shore were strange boats that he had not seen before, deeper in draft than those used by the fishermen of the area, for the local tiders were a fickle thing indeed. Seeing this, and knowing the strangers could not be familiar with the local land, he came up with a plan.
He fled back to his village, the next night he tied up a raft the towns boats and managed to float them all out around the bluff and over the reef where so much of Thunder Dunes food came from at the time. He then lit lanterns, spreading the boats out into what he hoped looked like a village, for he knew the raiders must be on their way.
And on the way they were, prefering to travel by night and strike in the pre-dawn hours, they say these lights and thought they had found another village ripe for the taking, rowing themselves out onto the reef, tearing the bottoms from their boats.
Dangerous currents dragged the survivors of this raider fleet over reef and rock, bludgeoning them and and cutting them up, attracting all manner of ocean predator, who were more than willing to finish what the child had started.
Sadly, the child was found washed up on shore late the next day, He saved the town, but like the raiders had no good way back. While he at least knew not to try the swim to shore at night, and to wait for a more favorable tide, the swim proved too much for him. But never doubt the cleverness of children.