The Foreigner
He woke, he felt sweaty and wet. As his eyes began to focus more he realized his surroundings hadn't changed one bit. He was still on the ocean and still on a raft. The raft that had carried him for about twenty eight days now, or so, he thought. His usually clean shaven face had turned into a thick beard and his skin was a deeply tanned from the beating rays above. His hygiene was not his top priority, surviving was.

As he looked at the ocean below him the blues still made him catch his breath, he knew that those memories of such vivid colors would be with him for the rest of his life. He quickly looked away and glanced down again. This time he didn't just see beautiful blues below him but the reflection of the man he was. The man who was raised by two loving Christian parents and taught him all they could. He saw a man who ward still in love with his son to be fiancé and a boy who loved his grandpa dearly and never knew why he had to go. His eyes started to fill with tears, but instead of drying them he started praying his set of prayers. He was strong in his faith but never really understood how the ocean had anything to do with who he was. Yet, anyways.


Soon after he was finished he began to do his Daily routine of paddling. He looked beyond and saw nothing but the vast ocean before him. He shook his head in dismay, and then shook it again. He tried to keep all the negative thoughts out as much as possible. After what seemed like many hours of relentless paddling the exhaustion finally caught up to him, and he drifted asleep. Hunger hit him first in the dream, then he saw in the blurry distance his family waving and gesturing for him to come over to them. The next thing he saw broke his heart, on the colored quilt sat his fiancé crying ,he soon became overwhelmed with sadness. But out of nowhere jumped his dog, Trevor, and started licking his face , as Kirk tried to push him off he kept slobbering on his face. Kirk woke with a start, Trevor was not licking his face anymore but two young men were splashing his face with water trying to wake him. He scrambled up, "hello I’m Kirk can you help me?" The two young men stared at him blankly but knew what he was getting at.
The both bent over and tried to help Kirk get into the boat. As he sat hunger and fatigue hit him and replaced the feeling of sheer happiness instantly. The two young men tried talking to him but gave up and started paddling back to wherever they came from. After a couple of hours they approached land and a big village. Kirks big green eyes started to fill up with tears and rolled down his tanned skin. Land, the word the look and the feel would be so foreign to him. He couldn't help himself he lifted his slimed lanky body out of the boat and started swimming as fast as he could towards it.

Once he reached the edge he crawled onto the sand and fell to his knees. Huge treats began to fall and dropped silently on the hot sand below. Bystanders watched in awe at this man strange behavior. As Kirk finally collected himself he thanked God for everything that he had been given, especially this moment. Now bystanders were not only in awe but in complete amazement because they could understand every word this foreign person was saying, and he was thanking God above.