The boat rocks softly at first, then violently.
The mast breaks and the sails tear.
Water enters the cabin, flooding it beyond repair.
No use fighting. The storm ends,
but it’s no use. The boat is ruined.
It would never have managed to leave the sea intact.
The little boy stopped shaking the bottle
and placed it back on the shelf upright,
much to the despair of his father, the collector.
Alas, he can not blame him. He is only three.
