He corked it tight and watched the moonlight dance on the glass as the waves pulled it into the deep. He didn't expect an answer; the act itself was the prayer.
Every single one contained a scrap of paper. He uncorked a blue gin bottle and read: “I’ve been lost for so long. Is anyone out there?” Sting - Message In A Bottle (Audio)
One evening, desperate to feel connected to a world that had surely forgotten him, he took his last empty crate-bottle. He didn't write about his hunger or the blistering sun. He wrote a simple truth: “I am here. Are you?” He corked it tight and watched the moonlight
He opened a clear wine bottle: “The silence in this city is louder than the island. Help.” Sting - Message In A Bottle (Audio)