"I could commit to living each day to the fullest without deciding to become the first person to go around the world in a rowboat, especially considering that I have no seafaring skills of which to speak." —pg. 55-56
I wake up in a cold row boat in the middle of the sea. "Hello?" I yell. No answer. I find crackers, my favorite book, a note, and some other things. The note reads "We had to do it. You killing that boy was uncalled for. -Mayor". "He hurt me first!" I yell.