In the one of many spectacles of my youth, I was cast from the storm shattered bosom of the good ship Tide Dreamer into a capricious sea. As the storm beat around me, I drifted into its eye, thanking the Lord for a moment of respite. Adrift near me was the smallest island I had ever seen, frothing with vibrant and strange fruit. I pulled myself onto its moist surface and ate ravenously before falling into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I found myself ashore, facing a giant sea turtle. It seemed to wink before retreating into the surf.