So hungry, so empty. Starved to death, is that how I die? On a canoe, in the middle of the sea. There's no
food to eat and so many people. I'm going to starve. No I can't think like that, it's totally illogical, I will die
from dehydration first. Floating in all this water and going to die from a lack of it. How ironic, like a
drowning man on a boat.
This is my short story about a man on the boat in the way-finder story. A very hungry man. I hope you enjoy, bye.