Cast to a dry island was I,
Holding only to a piece of hull from my
Once beautiful Enisa.
Waking up to a committee of vultures,
Drooling for their soon to be meal,
My body, I remembered,
The events of the yesternight.
The raging sea that wrecked my boat.

Weak, I muttered a prayer, my last words,
A murmur of desperation,
But I couldn't even hear myself,
Giving up,I closed my eyes,
Surrendering to fate.

Then, I heard footsteps from a distance.
Closer they came, I opened my teary eyes
And saw a man.
He said,"I heard your prayer