Day 4: motion
The slight swell rocked him gently, rolling him back and forth, back and forth against cocooning canvas hammock. The deck creaked softly under him, like an old man’s sigh, and gentle waves lapped against the hull.
He could get used to this. The motion of the boat was relaxing, almost hypnotic, his body limp and his mind freewheeling,
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