Jacob looked back towards the sea and his eyes filled with tears. He knew the burn would happen soon. When he held the chart to the evening sky the moon almost filled the hole at the center. He kept adjusting the longitude and latitude slides, hoping to find an error. Each time his calculations were confirmed. The burn would come in the next day or two. He trudged up the steep trails. His supply of sweet bread and wine from the seaside village was now gone. Once again he was eating the hard blackberries of his homeland and trying to catch the greasy rats that ran among the rocks.