After many days of bobbing up and down in the open ocean, a bottle bumped into a little spot of dry sand.  The StickFiggy captain crawled out and carefully put the cork back in so that it wouldn’t fill with salty water and sink. Some would say that it was a pathetically small place, but, no matter to him, it was the adventure that counted.  ”You never know what is right under your feet if you don’t try to experience it,” he liked to say.  With that he set off for the the other side, holding his official flag in case he might meet somebody.