Five Days
By the fifth day, Carlos was dehydrated and tired. He could barely stay on his feet for more than an hour. His worry over his family had also clouded his mind, and more than once, he’d contemplated jumping back into the ocean to see if he could find his canoe.
But the truth was that the only thing he could do was wait. He’d tied his shirt on a tree, hoping someone in the ocean would see it. His prayer would be answered.