It was a dark calm night. A refreshing respite from the hot blistering east winds rolling off the nearby desert. A group of several fishmen prepare to cross the lake as they had done numerous times before. This particular stretch of water was known for being treacherous, but like any natural phenomenon with experience comes familiarity, and with familiarity comes respect and understanding. Or so they thought.
Because of the lack of wind they sheathed the oars and began rowing across the several mile distance. Softly the water laps against the boat and they talk of the bewildering days events. Gradually a breeze begins to pick up from an unexpected direction and whips the water into a frenzied chop with waves crashing against their shallow draft boat from multiple directions.
As they hurriedly bail water from their craft in an attempt to remain afloat, a ghostly figure begins moving toward them. No boat, no means of transport, only moving toward them. One of the fishermen stand bent against the torrent of rain and wind and peers to recognize the figure. Deep within himself, he recognizes a connection with this figure which is beyond explanation. He must understand why, why now, what does this figure want with them, what does it want with him in particular.
For some unexplained reason he shouted against the wind, "ask me to come to you!"
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