To the Oars


I went to sleep, wishing to dream to existence a favourable current toward the island. At 3.20 I woke up, because the waves and wind were rocking the boat. Waves? Wind? I flew out of the cabin and grabbed the oars. I had to seize the moment, because the wind was pushing a friendly wave towards the island.

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