Tonight was particularly clear, you had silently stepped into the small fishing boat your uncle left out and let it silently drift. You laid on your back, looking up at the stars that glittered throughout the sky.

You don't know how long it was, an hour or two when the water started to turn color. A luminescent glow came from the waves. And if you listened real close you heard a faint tune. It sounded like a sad call of a whale.