And at the shore, his father stood for so long and whispered to himself " How many waves my son would have won" ?

He had long gone into the bosom of the consuming ocean,
what had happened to him ?,
everyone had varying notions.

His father said" He had gone to earn and trade, but it seems as if he is still playing in this quiet but beautiful glade"

"He has to have been born on a lucky day as only he got the chance to brave those furious waters".

His mother unto herself cried and said,
"How ? in...