Storm!

Storm.

A tattered dingy, once painted a vibrant custom pink bobbed up and down following the choppy waters. Now weathered by ages upon the tumultuous  sea the yellow rubber shown thru with patches of green algae growing upon it. A weary survivor lay still, watching the horizon grow ever, ever darker. They mumbled something under their breath. Today was going to be a rough one. That was for certain.

Waves began to swell as the winds picked up from a gentle breeze to a dull roar, salt water spat on the face of the strange survivor. Unphased they simply brushed the water away from their empty eyes that had clearly seen many a storm before. 

As the rain began to fall the survivor grabbed the tarp that they were sitting on and wrapped themselves tight clenching the end of the tarp and the handle of the dingy. Grasping for dear life as the waves, now ten feet tall tossed the dingy like a rag doll. It threatened to flip, buck its passenger. Nature was throwing everything it had at this raft. The sky was black as pitch, rain so thick you couldn’t see three feet in front of you. Still the survivor held strong. 

The brightest lightning bolt imaginable lit up the entire sky as the day it replaced. Through all of the rain you could see the survivor who is clearly broken down and in pain crack a smile. They knew that this storm would pass. This would pass, or they would, then this pain would be over, so why not just enjoy the ride.

This is where ten years lost at sea brings a person. Let's go back to the start. How did our stranger find themselves so hopelessly lost at sea, with hardly a hope of ever seeing human life again? Join me in the following pages as we delve into the life of a quite unique individual, who went from on top of their world to so hopelessly lost in a never ending living nightmare.