Thomas lay face up on the salty water and peddled his hands and legs with the sun above him gleamed like the dentist light.
How beautiful the day had been, how clear the water had been, how pleasant the weather had been. He wished he could stay on the island forever, but no, the ocean is waiting for him, the crew is waiting for him. He had a task to do, he had to fulfill that task before returning to his homeland, before marrying the girl he promised to return to.
He lay flat on the water and closed his eyes, letting the current to decide the direction.
And then he was washed to the sandy beach again.
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