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.