i met wayne gardiner in san diego

Tony's body was being pounded by the relentless waves of the Atlantic Ocean. His ship had gone down two days ago, and he had not rested since. He urged his exhausted body to keep moving, less he freeze to death. Starved of food and sleep, and being battered by the elements had taken its toll. His spirit was flagging - he had lost all hope of rescue. After all, he was an ant, clinging to a chilli, and was unlikely to be seen from the air.