the raft floats on quiet seas. the sky is blue, with few high cirrus clouds so motionless they seem pasted on.
chuck checks the water. it is green and full of floaties. it looks awful. he takes the jug, puts it to his mouth, and drinks. instantly he throws up back into the jug, barely keeps from dropping it.
the fish return. chuck gets up with his spear, then puts it down.
clouds are building up. in the distance lightning flashes. the clouds come closer.
the storm has passed. the raft floats on big dark rollers.
chuck tries to stretch with some simple yoga. each movement takes forever.