Analysis of Oceanic Risk in Journey.

I left the island
Not knowing whither
In my flimsy outrigger.
Stored behind some palms.
Little bare children
Snickered at my efforts
To drag and launch.
Elders shook their heads
Calling me fool.
No one left our island
And came back.
Curse worthy.

But we all were hungry
Crops failing.
Hogs destroyed
In a sudden fire.
Storm had toppled
Two main buildings.

My journey was to
Find answers, resources
I had to come back
With a rescue
And some news.

Horizon vaguely showed
Some mountains
On another island
Perhaps...