cled fishermanheads out to sea, leaving his doting, matronly wife at home patiently caring forthe house, awaiting his return in the evening. But one evening he doesn't comehome, instead accidentally snared by a much larger, industrial fishing trawlerthat absentmindedly carries him across the Atlantic. Back home, the villagewonders what might have happened, assuming his death, but his wife refuses togive up hope. She consults a fortune teller who sees his visage in a crepe . . .alive in Cuba. Convinced her husband is still alive, she sets off on animprobable mission to save him.

Completelywordless, this heartwarming and often hilarious adventure is a testament to notonly the power of sequential storytelling, but the power of loveitself.