a strange voyage

An orange sun. The boat requires repairs.

Islands on the horizon promise lichen.

A doleful song about the old tales of beautiful fishkin with shaven heads.

The churning waves rock the skiff.

The neverending water.

The steely ocean. Worn rocks.

Little wisps of cloud.

Perhaps there are edible crabs in these waters. The raft is still. Some of our number discuss the best way to catch eels.

Our raft requires repairs.

We find ourselves amid reef of fluorescent coral. The sun beats down upon the boat.

The deathly sea. The children play a game using carved figures and bowls.

Huddled together as the storm tosses the raft. We fasten our belongings to the deck.

Waves crash against a shimmering wall. We will not sleep tonight.

A warm wind from the south. The older children teach the young ones to count using a shark's tooth.

Gentle raindrops.

The restless waves sway the raft. Coral cliffs fade into view.

A doleful song about the clash of spears.

A solitary nightwing soars.

Orange dusk. The skiff groans.

Sheer cliffs are carved with pictures of fish.

A faint mist rolls over the vessel.

An imperial dreadnought surfaces briefly. We hide amid the spires.

The moons sing. Desolate rocks loom over our raft.

A light shower of rain. The elders share tales about the foreigners who disturbed an ancient curse long ago.

The sea.

Midnight. Lights below. Glowing creatures.

Lightning illuminates the night sky, and the bitter sea denies us its eels.

Pink and grey rocks dotted with quiet people..

Dimly glowing fish light the deep.

We find ourselves amid dull brown coral. The crew train bows on fell gulls overhead.