The captain had finally made a decision to set sail as a light breeze finally picked up. For weeks the "Midnight Whisper" was stuck without a single breeze to take her back home. Years of experience had taught the captain that not all breezes turned into the winds for the return home.  In his heart he was not convinced that this trip would take him straight home.  Yet the restlesness of the crew and his desire to return back to the man he was, kept edging him on.

As the ship made her way out of Ohana bay, moods were high and laughter filled the air. Not wanting to alarm his officers, the captain maintained his composure, yet his heart was by now screaming at him to wait yet another week or two for a more solid wind to pick up.  He knew very well the dangers of being lost at sea, when the sight of no land would torment the bravest of men's hearts. It's almost like losing the one you love without a single explanation, only this time there was no sight of land, no familiar smells of home.  The journey now was in its final hour, for he needed to shine as a beacon of hope for the souls that the "Midnight Whisper" carried into the night.

-excerpt from "Ocean's Apart"