This brings up too many memories of “voyage of the seven days” from the island to mainland when I was growing up in the Philippines. Back and forth, can’t remember how many times. And the stormy weather is not good for your stomach, I must say. As a little girl, it was fun to ride the waves. We lived in one of the 7001 islands, Davao City, and the mainland is Manila City. In order for the older siblings to have higher education, they have to be shipped out to Mainland. Sometimes, I go with them, sometimes I stayed with Mother in the Island. The rest is history. May I be excused in reading Wikipedia. I’d rather be with Rod Stewart. This is in response to Daily Prompt: Shipwrecked. Come and join us, it’s fun.