Water Falls

The boy looked around at his surroundings. He appeared to be on a boat, in the middle of a large body of water.

Ludicrous, he thought to himself. How he came into this situation, he had no idea.

The boat drifted lazily along. The skies were grey and cloudy, hinting at a coming storm. The heat and humidity was unbearable, the feeling one gets when the rain is about to fall, yet refuses to.

And still the boy sat in the boat, drifting wherever the wind took him.

Stupid, he thought to himself. Where was his oar? How did he manage to strand himself out here in the middle of nowhere? Why was he all alone in an empty boat, with not even an oar to help him navigate?

A bottle floated by him.

Interesting, he thought to himself. Where did the bottle come from?

He leaned over the edge of his boat, his hands gripping the sides tightly. He was afraid to fall in after all. He couldn't remember the last time he had been in the water.

His hand grasped the handle of the bottle, a little water kissing his hand. He gasped, the water was so cold, yet it was so refreshing.

Ahh! he thought to himself. Was this bottle worth it? He weighed it in his hand, the smoothness of the glass a comfort to his sweaty palms. There was a cork in it and upon closer examination, a message in the bottle.

He pulled the cork out. With a loud pop, a piece of paper drifted out of the bottle.

01001001 00100000 01100100 01101111 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110

He blinked once. He blinked twice. The message was unreadable, a slew of numbers that made no sense.

He flipped the paper over. On the back there was a small message written in the corner. Simply put, it said

Enjoy what time you have in the water.

The boy thought about it. He had been afraid to touch the water for a while now, instead choosing to sit in his boat. Where it was safe. Where he couldn't get wet.

But he realized, the water had changed from when he had last been in it. It wasn't the hostile waters he had known earlier. It wasn't the whirlpools which had tossed and turned and spun him in circles till he was dizzy. It wasn't geysers that had shot him into the air and had him come crashing down violently.

Instead, these waters seemed gentle. Seemed calm. Looking at the storm clouds in the horizon, he knew that these waters wouldn't last. That soon, the storm clouds would come and force him back into the boat. He knew what kind of water was good now though...so, for the time being...

He jumped in.