Difficulties are just things to overcome, after all. ~ Ernest Shackleton
There it was, indomitable yet uncomplicated as always. Ernst knew that the big blue was no joke. However, it never captured his attention. It was not like the lonely paths of the Sahara, it was not like the woods of Baden-Baden, not even like the freezing alternate Siberian world, it was something else. Interesting as it was, the ocean was different. His parents cared him a lot, his dad gave a big shine on him by naming after his beloved hero, the one who went after the sea. Contradictory, perhaps, though Ernst did not care about his name heritage.
One day to the beach he went, and started thinking: “Should I embark myself into this trip?, Is this enterprise going to be as the other paths I have crossed road? Can I take the challenge?” The ocean did respond… Electricity that magically felt from sky, the clouds turn into a dark gray inciting him the obscurity of his travels to the dark woods, somewhere in Europe, and the rain started to fall as hard as ever. This represented a challenge, something different, something out of the normal path. He just sail way headed to nowhere.
In the middle of nowhere, he just realized how was fooled by the big blue, he just stared at the blank, and argue: Why you, with this immense power mocks the people, by telling uncalled truths and making their minds apart because of you? Earth, woods, dust and wind exchanged as if it is a plea prayed for mercy to this lavish world?” The big blue did not answer but a single lightning stroke his boat. Gotten by surprise, Ernst took whatever it was near to him, and tried to sail back to port. Hours passed by, and Enrst reached soil. “Oh mighty Gods!, you helped me to come back, but I still not care about the Big Blue, and he fainted by its tiredness.
The next morning he woke up. He was not hit by daylight but by the dawn of the upcoming day, a marvelous spectacle deign of the Gods. Ernst kept looking at, marvelous about the sea and he realized why people give up life and flesh for the sea. It was not the fierce of violence that made wonderful the Big Blue, it was its loneliness and lack complication that make itself. And after that, calm and peace rejoiced him.