A bottle loaded with a message -- Miss you. Call me -- and cast beyond the shore tides off the coast of, say, Portugal, might tour the Atlantic rim for months, catch the North Atlantic Drift, sidle eventually through the Kuroshio off Japan, spend years in equatorial streams and counterstreams, tour the sea rivers of Brazil and Mozambique, survive monsoons and typhoons, bobbing around the globe for decades. Or it might spring a leak and sink. That bottle landing on Barbuda thus constitutes not random occurrence, but intentional communication borne on currents of destiny. Or maybe it's just litter and luck.