Alone on a deep blue sea, the sailor felt nothing but freedom. The waves rolled in from the distant horizon to gently rock him like a baby in a cradle. He could scarcely remember the storm. Vague memories of shipmate's screams below deck as the raging ocean tore the ship apart were dwelling in a part of his mind called the past which  was of no concern to him now. Here there was no past, no future, no hope. Only waves, his life-jacket and the circling sharks. It seemed that all of his needs were taken care of.