It was hard for him to figure out the distinct point in which his life had turned downhill. The many weeks at sea were causing his mind to play wicked tricks on his sanity. Writing down his thoughts, memories, regrets and placing them in an empty booze bottle for safe keeping is how he spent most of his days on the sea. Every once in a while, he would read what he had wrote, and would grow angry because he would remember something about his life. He would remember one person, once his friend, but now his enemy and he would swear vengeance upon him.
An evil and unnatural patch of clouds looms in the night sky. The weather has been unfavourable for our young hero, but then again, so has everything else in his life recently. His boat floats empty in the sea. A bottle containing his precious memories floats along side the boat. The young hero is no where to be found.
