Part Four
Fog, as thick as cream, bore down on us as if determined to swallow our ship. I began to feel captured. It was strange standing on our balcony and hearing the sea, but not seeing it, like hearing its engine purr deep in the gut of the ship but not seeing it, even feeling the spray in the mist and not being able to see it. It was as if the ship and I were adrift in the universe, and floating alone, that there was nothing but unending nothing, not even time, and I was held captive in the fog’s embrace.
