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No sight of land. Water pouring over the gunwales.
The sun is setting.
I can see a sliver of horizon.
I look to you in the bow. Your irresistible smile completely out of sync with our precarious situation.
I stow my fears and setup beside you.
“It’s going to be a dark night.” I say.
“We’ll make the most of it.” You reply.
The sun sets in the West.
The sea begins to flatten.
Overcast evaporates.
The glowing firmament reveals itself.
Twinkling stars and glorious full moon rising.
Reflections of heaven in your eyes.
We dance and sing. We smile and laugh.
Waves of energy, crystal harmonics, cascading light.
Towering precipice of kinetic motion.
We plunge into the ocean and swim to the depths.
I follow your glowing body.
We span the tectonic plates and arrive at our island.
Adrift At Sea. Intergalactic Finance Minister
