080: In Strange Waters

He leans over the railing. It is smooth and cold against his palms. The sails shift above him and the ship lurches, pressing the railing into his abdomen. A dark depth stares up at him, bottomless, dotted with crystalline lights. Despite the currents and the waves, the lights do not move. They map the depth, showing constellations only sailors would recognise. But he is merely a passenger. The railing is a cutting pressure on his abdomen. He pushes away and goes below deck.

Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad on Instagram)