A small boy sits in a row boat in remote inlet of an island. His fishing line causes small ripples against the water of the bay as the warm morning sun settles over the land. A bead of sweat runs down his brow as he wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. As he turns his eyes to the blue morning sky, a swift breeze begins to blow. The bright blue sky begins to turn shades of black. The boy turns around to face the breeze, his straw hat blows off his head as he raises his hand to his eyes and peers out to the horizon.