A Fortune Cookie Comes True

Harv finished his warm sake, wiped his mouth and sat back with a sigh. He picked up the fortune cookie and smiled. All the Asian restaurants left fortune cookies instead of candies with the bill.

He broke it open, retrieving the small slip of paper and popped a section into his mouth while he read the words printed in two languages.

'Lucky star say long ocean voyage bring meaningful solution'

'幸运之星说，长远的远航带来有意义的解决方案'

Harv read it again, it was hilarious! That a fortune cookie could actually be so accurate just boggled his mind. In two weeks he was taking his Valiant 32 blue water sailboat, The Brick, from Boston to Bermuda to do some research.

He called it the Brick after his previous boat that sank like one off the Carolina coast. It was the dictionary definition of a recycled rip off.

His research was to find the origin of the garbage collecting south of the island, an island in itself almost matching the Pacific Garbage Patch. Harv was certain there was a scientific connection between the two but his analysis wasn't sufficiently persuasive, leaving the validity of such numerology an open question. He needed something more concrete.

He called the waitress over and asked if he might have another fortune cookie . . . what the heck, you never knew . . .

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