Sweet land
One morning, as Alvarenga and the boat were drifting along on a smooth current, he was suddenly surrounded by a flock of shorebirds. Thinking it was a hallucination, he waited for them to disappear, but they didn’t. Then, in the distance, he saw something he’d only dreamed of, a hilly Pacific island.
After cutting off the sea anchor he had fashioned of buoys from the ocean rubbish, he used his arms to paddle towards the shore. When the boat had drifted ten yards from the shore he jumped from the boat, his home for over a year, and paddled madly toward the shore and his possible salvation.