Where are these two riding away, unmindful of the tracks changing from dry to wet, and from sand to sea? What is the single-minded determination that drives them? The faithful brown horse carries the child, who is not an adept rider, and totally depends on the directions that his parent gives, and the loyalty of the horse.
The sea is deep and tumultuous, and not the ideal terrain for the brave animals that carry them. They need to get on a faster mode of transport. Will a helicopter pull them up, or a whale help? Will they find a fisherman’s trawler, familiar with the routes?
That ship sailing in the distant blue waters gives hope. One of his parents is on that, and they hope to reunite. Will they?