High Seas

The rough seas soaked everything on me, and I could feel the salt seeping deep into my pores. Steadfast, I pushed through every wave. My only concern being the safety of the crew, and every pitch and roll tested my resolve. Hoping that the next swell wouldn’t overtake, sending us down to the cold depths.

Far from our berth, this was home, a groaning, rocking, wet home. No matter the strife, we relied on each other and our combined strengths to keep us afloat. We only had to keep pressing on.

But what else can I do? I can only go with the flow; I am a boat, after all.

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