Its night, at first nothing is seen. Salt and old sighing oak is the scent in the air . An ocean wave splatters your face. Before you wake are one a boat or a drifting plank? As the current takes you along do you see hope in the stars, or do you see them at all? Your ears are ringing do you remember where you've been, and who you are? Numb only incoherence is felt. In the wind scrape a distant shout is heard, your raft hits hard to a dead stop. a rope falls on you, what happens? Do you take it, leave it or sink to the ocean gods?