I, who have been far from home, finally return once more. At this moment, I am no longer a castaway adrift in the vast deep sea, but a traveler returning home. Forgetting my fatigue, I swim toward the shore. Distant ships dot this calm bay, bringing peace to my heart, and the surging seawater washes away all the previous gloom.
Listening intently, I seem to hear the sound of waves crashing against rocks, the sounds of joy from the small town, and the sound of ships blowing their whistles. The latter is not an illusion, for a shadow envelops me, a sailboat returning home like me sails from behind. I stop swimming and wave and shout at the faint outlines on the deck, but they don't notice my existence at all and continue to cast floats into the wake spreading from the sailboat.
