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The only thing I couldn't live without was a boat. My father and I had only a sail when I was 14. After two years of sailing, I was ready to make a change. I spent the winter in a sheltered, semi-touristic, low-key small port with a family, but it was also a place with many things we'd never imagined coming. A small school and a small city. A few people helped me out, including a young girl who was living with her parents. It was a wonderful day, but the fact that we'd lost our lives on the ocean made us feel uneasy. It was a life of isolation and loneliness. I remember thinking of what I'd lost. How I'd lost my children. How I'd lost my family. I could see the fear. The fear that had been creeping into my soul for years. I'd felt lost, and I'd wanted to come home. But the boat was still there. The waves were soft, and the wind was gentle. The waves were rough, but I knew they were mine. I was lost. Sailing was always the dream, for my father. He'd always felt the need to do something different. He'd always wanted to be a sailor or an engineer, and the boat wasn't just for that. It was for his own survival. He'd always had to do something about it. After the first day of the voyage, I had to do what everyone else did: run. It was my duty to stay afloat, but to stay afloat I had to run. So I had to do something I'd never done before. The first day of the journey was almost a week old. I was on the first day, and it was hard. I was exhausted and out of breath. I had two full days to find myself on the sea. I'd always wanted to have a sail to get back on, but only because of the boat. I had to run to the nearest village, and there I'd find myself, floating, on the water. With the boat, I didn't have to worry about anything. I could do everything. I could swim, I could walk. I could fish, I could have a good time. Even when I didn't have the money to buy a boat, I could go on the run. In the middle of the day, I'd have to find myself in a boat. This was the first time I'd ever run out of food. I had to walk. I had to go out on the beach. I had to run. I'd run out of money, but I'd still be in a boat. I had to take the ferry to the village, and the rest was up to me. It was a long, long journey.