sailing stories

In Search of the Promised Land Pt. XIV

In Search of the Promised Land Pt. XIV

It would take them eight hours, two glasses of wine, and a valium to sleep away the passage that had taken me thirty days.  There was something wildly unsettling about that.  So many humans on this big blue planet and most of them have never been out to sea.  However easy it was to get to the other side of this great ocean, the distance did nothing for their souls.  They would never know what it is to take a reef in pure darkness while being battered by wind and rain.  They would never know the joy of the sunrise that follows the gale.  They would not heed the muffled screams in the back of their own minds, calling them to abandon this illusion and journey far and away.  They were doomed to be passengers, sleeping through life while someone else steered the ship…