Saw a blip on the radar screen one day while blasting through the fog off shore, slowed down just to be sure and there he was.
"Hey buddy" he called, "do you know where land is?"
"It's 10 miles to the north."
"Thank you!" and with a flick of his paddle he turned and disappeared back under that thick curtain.
"Would you like a ride?" I called out, trying to pin point the spot that might be just a little darker than the rest.
The disembodied voice answered "Nope, I got it."
Sometimes late at night when I can't sleep, I wonder if he made it back to shore.