Night
The stars were all wrong.
Every night they rose displaced; like grains of sand pushed about by some random footfall.
Their reflections washed against the ship's hull, ripples in the black water sending them out in disjointed reverberations across the boundless surface of the sea.
Nhaz laid back down on the smoothly polished wood of the deck and stared back up into the sky.
The scent of cloves and tobacco creeped into his perception.
"Do you have to smoke those?"
Every night they rose displaced; like grains of sand pushed about by some random footfall.
Their reflections washed against the ship's hull, ripples in the black water sending them out in disjointed reverberations across the boundless surface of the sea.
Nhaz laid back down on the smoothly polished wood of the deck and stared back up into the sky.
The scent of cloves and tobacco creeped into his perception.
"Do you have to smoke those?"