He looked lightly by fog until he tamed on the surface of the entire Atlantic Ocean, but that did not disturb him, as he loves the stillness of the fog and loves to isolate himself, after a long days he spent her patients. Six months passed through his medicine and the customers of Dr. Fleet received him, so Mark kept the crossings between Merrit Island and the rocky islands scattered around it by heart, so he did not escape when the radar device was disrupted earlier in this afternoon. Mark splits the wet sea air filling his lungs and then smiling. Suddenly, he felt something that hit his vehicle with a loud collision. Yes, Mark wanted a nurse to help him ... neither a nymph of sea, nor a crazy Roma .. What is the wisdom in throwing the sea with a stray nymph nymph called Mimi Batist?