Stars
It's a strange relationship Nikolai has with his hammock.
He enjoys drinking and singing with his crewmates but thinks of his hammock as his most loyal friend.
As he sways - just drunk enough that his body sings - he wonders if he's starting to see the affects of the ocean winds. He's certainly heard stories of many going crazy on the sea but the hammock does, in fact, have a friend's touch. The kind of embrace Nikolai would like on returning to any continent.
Tonight, he thinks, he won't talk to the stars.
Tonight, he'll neither confide, nor confess, nor seek of their acceptance.
Tonight, he'll let his body sing as he lays his trust in his hammock.
It's as good a night as any to be drunk at sea.











