 Wysłany: Sob 14:30, 19 Lut 2011 Temat postu: the wind was softening to a tuneful breeze |
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I moved onto the oar. I sat astride iton the rounded edge of the speared lifebuoymy left foot against the tip of the prowmy right foot on the gunnel. It was comfortable enough and I was facing the boat. I looked about. Nothing but sea and sky. The same when we were at the top of a swell. The sea briefly imitated every land feature—every hillevery valleyevery plain. Accelerated geotectonics. Around the world in eighty swells. But nowhere on it could I find my family. Things floated in the water but none that brought me hope. I could see no other lifeboats. The weather was changing rapidly. The seaso immenseso breathtakingly immensewas settling into a smooth and steady motionwith the waves at heel; the wind was softening to a tuneful breeze; fluffyradiantly white clouds were beginning to light up in a vast fathomless dome of delicate pale blue. It was the dawn of a beautiful day in the Pacific Ocean. My shirt was already beginning to dry. The night had vanished as quickly as the ship. I began to wait. My thoughts swung wildly. I was either fixed on practical details of immediate survival or transfixed by pain mbt shoes buyweeping silentlymy mouth open and my hands at my head. C H A P T |
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