Dusk
The shore was white, leading to a deep forest sheared sporadically with amber and burgundy. The boy lay almost unconscious in the boat. For days he had drifted aimlessly on the sea, searching in desperation for any signs of safe harbor. Another fruitless day reaching its conclusion, he remained motionless even when the ark began to rock forcibly. He lay still there in his hamper as pieces of driftwood and stones collided with the vessel, swaying it further and further. When he could ignore it no longer he lifted his head and looked at the coast he was rapidly advancing toward. No sooner did he get a glimpse of the land that was beckoning him that the hull fractured and the boat capsized, dumping him in the water. He sunk in the ocean, disoriented. Among him plummeted pieces of wood that once made his bed. He looked up and saw the mast falling on top of him and he frantically swam out of the way. He found his pack floating in the midst of the murky brine and he grabbed it and swam wit...