Jennifer Arnett

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But every tomorrow has led to today— to us being alone, hungry, and cold on an unknown island somewhere in the South Pacific

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The thing about the ocean is that the surface won’t always tell you what is going on underneath

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Every few days the sea delivers us gifts, and I am convinced that there is something of the divine nature in this process. Often I have prayed for a jacket, a bucket, or a handsaw, but instead I find one single flip-flop. Many times it has left my heart bitter, but then I find some useful purpose for my found treasure. Maybe the sea doesn’t give me what I want, but what I need

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I refuse to sit and wait for salvation. Every day I have looked to the sky for the white streak of a plane making its way across the Pacific, but I have not seen any

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It isn’t always the treasure that drives men down deep into the sea; it’s something else, something unexplainable, even to them