Down the deserted road into the wind coming from the sea.
It bore not the smell of home but of damp.
He ran, maybe a boy into the unknown. Shedding layer of dust.
Returning with faith and not a claim to land, he chose his path.
Along the coast, heading south parting seas of waves and sand. Waking to eat corned beef.
Finally arriving where Jona delivered, rewarded with a badge, token, or toga.
Later he would travel as far south as the parting of the seas would allow.
Returning to his land of birth.
Nothing changes here in a hundred years we are told.
Shown the photos.
He returned a man telling stories of how things were.