When I was younger, how much younger is irrelevant, just stick with I was younger, I was boogling about the seashore one morning looking for shark teeth that weren’t still in the shark’s mouth, when I happened to see something sparking in the surf. I couldn’t resist watching it for a few moments until it slid across the sand, then I simple HAD to bong along and see what it was.
Oddly enough, it was truly a message in a bottle. I couldn’t wrap my head around this treasure! From from merely gazing upon this new found communique, my mind conjured all sorts of potential calamaties which could have caused someone to send out this, seemingly hopeless, message, this desperate plea, this legacy of their existence.
Therefore, I took the bottle to my room and set about opening it, which was much more difficult that it seemed given the heavily waxed seal. All the while daydreaming about who may have sent it and where they might be. As the daydreams reached their crescendo (with the cannonfire, sinking ships, mermaids, plank walking, marooning, etc.) I managed to get the wax off without breaking the bottle. The cork slipped right out with a “POP” and then there was the message.
Carefully, so as not to mangle the message beyond readability, I coaxed it out of the bottle, unrolled it gently and read these words:
“Bottle empty….bring more rum! Thanks!”
Before you shriek, there IS a point to be made here….if you had only one message you could send, what would it say?