The vast body of water played a nemesis in his fragile state. His lower limb was becoming numb every seconds until it froze—paralyzed.
He waved his hand to call for help but no one came. No boats were ever seen by his blurry vision.

'He won't stand a chance of survival,' he thought.

But the moment he was on the verge of losing hope, there came a small portion of wood. He saw himself depositing half of his body to the wood before his vision black out.

Rays of light blinded his eyes when he woke up. In a moment, he tried roaming and checking his condo unit but found nothing. It was the same dream he had for five consecutive years. And each time he'd dreamt about it—his emotions would rage in grief and longingness.

Then he remembered his diary last summer. He kept it hidden on one of their white sand beaches, that's all he knew after surviving the sudden explosion of his yacht. Almost all the memories he had in that beach were blown away. But one thing flicker in his mind, his diary has all the answers to his queries.

His diary was buried twelve inches deep. Safely covered in a metal box and has lock in it. It took him an hour before seeing...