|Posted by jan oskar hansen on March 8, 2018 at 3:55 AM|
The ship was going down a water mountain
only to be met with another mountain and
going up and up, this dizzying dance no rest
only holding on for life hoping the Typhon
would blow itself out.
Towards morning the sea was simmering
down leaving us to try working, but the talk
in the mess hall was subdued.