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LittleWing
Joined February 2021
0 stories
Bio
Writer. Poet. Lover of life. Stargazer. Cat tamer.
Stories (2/0)
The Trip
Even though the tropical water is warm, the waves being churned up from the ocean bottom feel cold as they thrash against us. My hands hurt from clutching the sides of the little long-tail boat and I’m clenching my teeth to avoid biting my tongue as we skate up giant waves and then get slammed down as we crest them. The boat driver is a sinewy tattooed statue, he stands rooted, motionless among all the chaos, steering the udder, all his concentration focussed on getting us to the island without getting sunk.
By LittleWing3 years ago in Wander