With his last bit of strength John throws his hands up above the cliff side and grabs fast a knot of grass. He awkwardly flutters his legs in a manner that gives him just enough momentum to round the edge of the cliff. With a heavy sigh he collapses on his back. The remnants of the storm that capsized his boat gracefully lingers overhead as if it hadn't just killed 4 members of a 5 man crew. John digs his fingers deep into the mushy earth around him, cherishing the unwavering stability of the earth around him. He uses this grip to sit himself upright and survey his surroundings only to get light headded and fade to darkness.