The Voyager took a break as the sun sets on the horizon. He’s spent all three days bailing water out of his leaky boat. His arms ache, his stomach cried, and his head was a bit dizzy. His body was cold and wet, either by sea water or his own sweat; or both; both smelt salty and tasted almost the same.
He looked at the sea water that keeps rushing in through a hole in his small boat. It seemed that all his effort was useless. He threw the bucket, sighed deeply; and surrendered. He was then waiting as the water swallows his boat slowly but surely.Continue Reading