[i]“Wha…what is that…the sun? Oh, I must have fallen asleep,”[/i] thought the boy on this bright, sunny day. Caleb Crowsnest, a 12-year old human, slowly rubbed his eyes and sat up in the middle of his small sailboat. Technically, it was a small wooden canoe with a makeshift sail consisting of a rope, a white sheet and a wooden pole, but that was just a mere technicality. He had been out on the ocean for...four weeks now? Five? His normally pale white skin had tanned, his white shirt and tan pants smelled like salt water, and his short black hair had grown down to the top of his ears. And rummaging through his potato sack, the boy discovered he had run out of food. But that wouldn’t stop him!

He glanced around to get an idea of where he was. Maybe there’d be a nearby island or something. Ocean water, ocean water aaaaaand more ocean water. They didn’t call it the Big Ocean for nothing. And he had lost his map trying to patch a hole in the boat; literally, he had patched the hole using his map. Next time he’d have to bring spare wood and some tools.

Caleb then pulled out the only things in the bag; an iron short sword, a compass, a pair of binoculars and a clay jug for drinking water. It was too light, but there was still some water left. Just as he was about to take a drink, Caleb noticed something in the corner of his eye; it was too blurry to see with the naked eye, but he grabbed his binoculars to get a closer look, and what he saw was...