A young man woke up and realized that he was on a boat in the middle of the ocean.
He had no idea how he got there or even where ‘there’ was. He had nothing in his possession other than a blank map.
For three days and nights he begged the sky for answers. The sky gave none.
He became tired and he became hungry.
For three more days and three more nights he begged the sky for mercy. None was to be found.
He became thirsty and cold.
For three more days and three more nights he begged the sky for justice. None was delivered.
He became weak.
For three more days and three more nights he begged the sky for peace. There was none to be had.
He became frail.
On the 13th day, he begged the sky for love and then he went to sleep.
The next morning he woke up and the woman he left behind was on the boat with him. He was too frail to speak and she held a finger to her lips, telling him that she understood.
In her other hand she held up the map which was no longer blank. It was rich and colorful and could guide him home.
He closed his eyes and took her hands and let the tides take them to where they began.
With all his might he thanked the sky.