The Figurehead
Some wonder the point of a figurehead on a vessel like this. Some enjoy the softness and curves of her figure that remind them how they once lay with a wife or a partner. Some enjoy the same memories but with much less reverence of those with whom they lay. She is the only woman any of us have seen since the passengers were...
...were used.
For the few who know the truth, some of the first on board of which I am one, she is a much needed relief from the rust orange walls that has made tired our eyes and the diesel stench that has invaded our noses every day of every month for all these years. She softens us, reminds us who we once were, reminds us of the reasons we keep sailing on the endless ocean and when she needs to, she reminds us the gravity of where we find ourselves.
We few are the lucky ones, we know the truth.
For on occasion, she wakes.
