"Initiative," whispered the wind, "initiative."
"But, what if I do the wrong thing?" The Child yelled back at the wind and cried out, "Prophet, where are you?"
The ocean, vast and wide, The Prophet was nowhere in sight; the heaven, blue and sprinkled with white cumulus clouds, echoed the Child's voice. Alone, yet not alone, unable to see or hear the beloved friend, emotions of helplessness flooded the Child's soul.
"Initiative," repeated the wind. "Take initiative."
"Prophet," yelled the Child, "Where are you? Please, come back and tell me what to do."
The wind grew stronger; the ocean stirred, and the whale lay asleep with the perplexed Child on its back, frightened.
Suddenly, the largest wave the Child had ever seen began to grow in the shape of a funnel.
"Where are you, Prophet? Where are you?"
"Initiative," whispered the wind, "take the initiative."
The wave rose and began to spin, gathering speed as it turned.
"Okay, Mr. Whale, either I win or lose, succeed or fail, but I am going to show that wave it can't scare me away," said the Child.
"Initiative," sang the wind, "Take the initiative."
The Child crawled behind the whale's dorsal fin and hugged it, and with legs stretched out, the Child let them down forcefully and struck the whale on both sides.
The whale awoke out of its sleep and bucked up in the air heading directly toward the woven spindle of water coming at him.
And the Child knuckled down, holding on tightly to the whale's dorsal fin.