He knew. Going to sea alone and unprepared wasn't the wisest thing to do. But he was too tired to care.
And so not knowing if anything ever mattered, he hoisted sail, hoping to find something to set a course for – something bright, like a guiding star.
Then the gale hit, with its high winds, thundering waves, and cracking lightning, and all of the stars were obscured, and he figured this was a good way to go - drowning quiet in the din.
But the island – uncharted - got in the way of even that.