‘ commander, ‘ they start, spinning on their heel, before relaxing against the railing. It wasn’t his usual foray into the same three stories that he liked to tell, and in all truth, they never minded the repetition of those either.
they looked back over the water, then shrugged, a loose flowing thing, not unlike the ebb of the waves on a gentle day. ‘ at sea, a man can find spiritual benefit in anything. ‘ the mother, the life-giver, the source, the origin, the oceans were what all people were made from and so the collective is nothing more than an understanding of your own smallness in comparison.