Becca feels complete at the ocean. The tides move her and speak to her inner creature. She attends the shores to feel at peace, and she always goes alone. She listens for revelation on the wind, drinking in the welcoming mist, and welcoming romantic notions in her mind. When the glass bottle taps her shin, she recoils in distaste. Becca despises the way people treat the ocean, partying on her shores and leaving trash to pollute her waters.
Becca picks up the bottle, intending to throw it on the sandbar, but notices a tightly coiled scroll shivering inside. She holds her breath and uncorks the bottle, delicately removing the scroll. Internally, Becca shakes; seized by anxious yearning. Thoughts of pirates, adventure, and passion fill her mind – how intriguing to discover a message in a bottle. The paper hisses out smoothly, and she tenderly unrolls it to reveal the words:
Huxlen Banter SS Delusional Bliss
at Fuerte Ventura 28°20’46″N, 14°10’50″W
Ship coordinates to the Canary Islands. The mystery sends tingles all over her skin. Becca’s eyes turn frantic. Fear keeps her from following passionate whimsy. She turns from the ocean and runs off the beach, heading toward A1A and the promise of her car. The police will handle the cry for assistance, as much as Becca loves the ocean she cannot bring herself to board a ship.