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EXT. LAKE - DAY

Not a cloud in the sky. No shelter from the unbearable rays of the sun.

Encircled by the horizon, an oarless rowboat containing three chapped FISHERMEN sits on the still water. One fisherman pensively analyzes the homogenous scenery, while the other two engage each other.

FISHERMAN TWO

We're going to die.

FISHERMAN THREE

No we're not.

FISHERMAN TWO

How do you know?

FISHERMAN THREE

I don't.

FISHERMAN TWO

See? I'm right. We're going

to die.

FISHERMAN THREE

How do you know?

FISHERMAN TWO

I just do! I read yesterday,

it's impossible to survive

more than three days without

water. The sun is sucking

moisture from our pores as we speak. We're going to die.

FISHERMAN THREE

We'll be fine once we get water.

FISHERMAN TWO

And where are we going to get

wa--

Fisherman Two’s eyes open wide. He rummages under his seat and reveals a water bottle.

FISHERMAN TWO

How could I forget?

FISHERMAN THREE

Thank God. Can I have some?

FISHERMAN TWO

You should have brought your

own.

FISHERMAN THREE

You got that from the fridge

at my house!

FISHERMAN TWO

You should have brought your

own from the fridge at your

house.

FISHERMAN THREE

I paid for it! Please, I’m

dying!

Fisherman Two shrugs and takes a sip.

With a SHOUT, Fisherman Three dives at Fisherman Two. The boat rocks as they scuffle for the bottle.

FISHERMAN TWO

It's mine!

Fisherman Two leans back. The boat capsizes, launching the three fishermen into the water.

SPLASH! QUIET…

The fishermen break the surface of the water, gasping for air. They hold onto the boat.

Fisherman Two splashes Fisherman Three.

FISHERMAN TWO

You imbecile!

FISHERMAN Three

At least we got to cool off

a bit…

FISHERMAN TWO

Where are we going to find

more water?! We're going to die.

Now, we're going to die, and

it's your fault!

Fisherman Two again splashes Fisherman Three, Fisherman One spritzed in the crossfire.

Fisherman One licks his lips, tasting the water dripping down his face. He smiles and drinks from his cupped hand.

THE ENLIGHTENED ONE

Hey. Water... It's safe.

FADE TO BLACK.

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In high school, at a summer filmmaking intensive at the University of North Carolina School of the Arts (read: film camp), I learned that the purpose of art is to “protect life.” Since then, I’ve been committed to creating works that address important issues in society and themes prevalent to the human experience, heralding narratives that start meaningful conversations and point to an existence steeped in grace, humility, and abundance that is accessible to all.