Part VIII
When we started out the sun had just risen. When we finally laid down our oars, skins and hands aglow, it was way past its highest point. We picked our ears clean of wax. We stood up, awkwardly, stretching painful muscles. In the distance, apart from a few ducks, the island appeared empty. All around us the sea shone like a mirror, casting back our apparitions at us. Happy men. Men who lived. We cheered, slapping each others sunburnt backs. Only then did we turn to the captain.
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