Based on: Never Let Me Go, Florence and the Machine
The sea has a magnificence the air lacks. The soothing sound of waves crashing and the cool, moist breeze has no companion too far up.
It is peaceful. The currents, driving ever running underwater rivers, unseen and unheard, do little to tumble that surface calm.
He barely hears his breath above the sounds of the sea, and that is preferable. It drowns out his thoughts, too, and he can place all his focus on charting the course.
He does not deserve such peace, after all that he has done. But he cannot bring himself to relinquish this one solace, lest he fall into the depths himself.
The memories come unbidden, of an explosion, the center yet safe, but all else obliterated. The sheer terror of searching for survivors, and seeing the remains of a great city crumble from under his hands.
And so Nabudis fell.
But the stauch waves drive even such thoughts away, and soon he is staring calmly into the distance, drifting along with the ship.