It’s a beautiful Friday afternoon on Monterey Bay. I am motoring back slowly from fishing. Incidentally, when I say “fishing” I mean the activity objectively described. Whether it poses any danger to any fish is another issue.
About one third of a mile from the Santa Cruz harbor mouth, I detect a bottle floating in the low surf. The distance may be important. Skillfully, if I say so myself, I maneuver my boat next to the bottle and I scoop it up with my large net.
I open it at home perhaps because of an obscure wish to have witnesses. It’s a small Miller beer bottle. It’s shut by a plastic wine bottle cork. Inside are five objects:
Another plastic cork;
A small purple plastic object of no obvious use or origin;
A Polaroid picture of two young guys. It’s taken in a room. The guys have small smiles on their faces like people caught unaware by someone with a camera. They are sitting at at table seemingly doing nothing in particular.
A half-erased note scribbled on a scrap of yellow paper. It’s damaged by slight contact with sea water. But you can still read that it describes two young men drifting at sea. They say they left from Oregon but you can’t read from where. They says they are drifting South and they think they are off California. They declare that they don’t know their coordinates. They ask for help in clear terms;
A pinch-full of cannabis in good enough condition to be used after drying.
What would you have done?
What would Obama do?
What would Romney do?
Are there any questions I can answer for you?