I still remember the first few days. Salt in the sea breeze, my hand dipping through the rolling waves, and the ship’s soft rocking that so quickly lulled me into slumber, like a babe in the cradle.
But now, when it’s just me and the ship, trapped in an endless watery desert…the memory corrupts, twists what I once loved into cold prison bars.
I scrabble to the starboard bow, mouth agape as something bangs against the ship. Soaked clothes, ragged hair…a human. Probably a corpse.
I pull them up. “Another damned mouth,” I say.
Salvation, I think.