In the midst of a fierce storm, the nar­ra­tor bat­tles treach­er­ous seas while aboard a boat named Flower. The scene opens with the tumul­tuous waves crash­ing against the sea­wall, cre­at­ing a chaot­ic envi­ron­ment filled with rain and wind. As the nar­ra­tor strug­gles to main­tain con­trol, they real­ize that the ves­sel is in per­il, and it’s not sink­ing that they fear, but rather the immi­nent threat of crash­ing onto the rocks.

Seek­ing a solu­tion, the nar­ra­tor secures the tiller and goes to deploy the anchor, which suc­ceeds in sta­bi­liz­ing Flower against the relent­less waves. Despite the chaos, the sit­u­a­tion calms some­what when the sail is hoist­ed, allow­ing the boat to pick up speed. Embraced by the ele­ments, the nar­ra­tor reflects on the strug­gles of the night and the ela­tion of hoist­ing a sail after years. The shore­line grad­u­al­ly comes into view, bring­ing a sense of hope and sal­va­tion as the nar­ra­tor con­tem­plates dis­em­bark­ing.

As dawn approach­es, vis­i­bil­i­ty improves, yet the nar­ra­tor is remind­ed of the chal­lenges of sea life when they wake with a stiff neck and find the boat in a disheveled state. Despite the storm’s after­math, famil­iar­i­ty emerges as they spot the shore­line more clear­ly. How­ev­er, the con­tent­ment is short-lived. The nar­ra­tor is over­come with a strong desire to reach land, fueled by hunger and fatigue, prompt­ing a moment of des­per­a­tion: they con­sid­er swim­ming ashore.

Upon anchor­ing in calmer waters, the nar­ra­tor per­ceives a woman on the beach, sharply dressed and observ­ing them with binoc­u­lars. Ini­tial­ly greet­ed with excite­ment at the sight of anoth­er per­son, the mood quick­ly shifts as the woman remains unre­spon­sive and begins tak­ing notes, leav­ing the nar­ra­tor feel­ing mon­i­tored and uneasy. A man soon joins her with a cell phone in hand, indi­cat­ing fur­ther dis­com­fort.

While try­ing to pump water out of the boat, the sit­u­a­tion esca­lates as the nar­ra­tor sens­es the wind ris­ing. Despite the ini­tial progress, the pump fails, prompt­ing them to fash­ion a makeshift bel­lows from avail­able mate­ri­als. With the shore still loom­ing so close yet feel­ing unwel­com­ing, the poten­tial threat from the woman becomes evi­dent, ulti­mate­ly lead­ing to a tense con­fronta­tion as she draws a gun. As she fires, the narrator’s instinct for sur­vival kicks in, spurring them to sail away through the fog, leav­ing behind the unset­tling encounter on the shore.