As 4 gals tread water they smile and laugh about their adventure so far, such a silly and beautiful and scary thing. They wade and laugh and breath and float easily on their backs until just over the horizon a blob of a speck of boat sails slowly towards them. Tiny and dinky it slowly draws near, big enough to hold 4 little gals, an obvious leaking and sinking mess. As they all climb over the soaked and damp and ruggedly rough edges they wetly splash into an ankle deep of salty sea. They tiredly lay upon their backs, breathing, the water not reaching past their proud cheeks as they stare and smile into the deep, pure blue sky above. The boat floats on as sky turns to star.