The deck heaved and dropped under him as the ship plowed through wave after wave, sails at full on heavy seas. He held tight to the rail, ignoring his stomach, concentrating.
A call from the wheelhouse: “Where?”
He pretended not to hear. A believable pretense: at the bow the crashing furor of the waves was unrelenting. But the impatient call came again: “Where, man!”
In his mind he was a fish, far from his human body. He broke the churning surface and looked around quickly, spying a distorted speck of ship on the horizon.
Uncomfortably human again, he pointed: “There!”
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