You were a bit confused but mostly apathetic. You didn't understand why you were a guest, even though that moon man was adamant about kicking your head into the curb before, but here you were, being fawned over by a giant chicken as she helped clean you up and get you some non-bloody clothes.
You were in the crew's quarters. Slightly swaying to the rocking of the ship as you were sitting on Chika's bed. You snort a bit at the on the nose name, but you immediately went back to just staring at a bed that sat across from you. You could see dust particles dancing in the sunlight that streamed through the port holes.
You had already checked your nose to see if you had broken it. You didn't thankfully, since you weren't sure anyone here would be able to reset it properly for you. Honestly if you're really here for the rest of your life, you're going to have to be extra careful with your health since no one will know how to help you.
That thought made you scrunch up on yourself and you mentally tried to throw it away from your mind to keep you from falling into despair, clinging fitfully to your apathy.
You look up when you heard a knock, and you see the giant chicken had entered the crew's quarters. You get the impression that she asked you a question.
"What?"
"Are you doing okay sweet pea?"
You were annoyed by the question. Of course you're not okay. How can you ever be okay again? You're in a completely different dimension surrounded by a world you can't possibly begin to understand.
"Chick-a-pea? Sugar?"
Your head snaps back up to the giant white chicken woman and she was walking towards you with concern heavy in her eyes.
You don't even really know what you could say. So you just baa-ed like a sheep at her. You weren't mocking her or anything, you just didn't trust your words and some small part of you thought that making weird animal noises would make you blend in better… Considering everything.
The chicken woman chuckled, with a light clucking sound to her laugh. She still looked at you with concern, but she didn't press you.
"Here," She said handing you a new shirt, "The bandana managed to soak up most of the blood and got on your shirt, so here's this."
Your third shirt this day. You were wondering what you'll do when you have your "monthly" start. You kneaded the soft material in your hands as your mind wondered off again.
You felt a weight sink beside you, and you looked at Chika who joined you on her bed. She leaned forward and pressed her fist to her cheek as she let her elbow rest on her knee. She was giving you a soft look that you can't really place right now. Then she spoke.
"What's your name Sug'?"
You blink at her. You could have sworn you told her your name when you learned of hers, but you guessed you didn't. With a cracked voice, you told her your name.
"That's a fun sounding name," she said with a toothy smile.
Oh god, a chicken with teeth. It's like those articles about accidental gene unlock-er thing-ys all over again.
"So," she continued, seemingly unaffected by your attitude and standoffishness, "What's your world called?"
You blink at her, so slowly it was almost like you were blinking one eye at a time.
Instead of answering her, you ask a question of your own, "How "normal" is this for you guys?"
"Not normal at all. I mean… There are legends of course, and there's our oldest telling's in that one religion that the name of escapes me, but no, this is just as strange for us as it is for you."
You were scared to ask why moon guy was so addiment about getting rid of you then, but you were also curious, so you asked, "Stories?"
"Oh, yes," Chika clucked, "I don't know all of them, but I can tell you my favorite if you want?"
You look down at your knees. Then you scooted back in the bed so that you could crisscross your legs as you turned towards her and you said, "Sure." You continued to play with the new shirt in your hands.
Chika's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she scooted back against the opposite side of the bed and began her story with, "A long and far away ago…"
It was nice hearing the story. The tale that Chika told was about a creature from another world that was sent to this world as punishment because the creature's world couldn't handle its shapeshifting abilities. She continued to tell you about how it used its shapeshifting abilities to then fuck every animal it found and from each animal it impregnated, at least one animal from the litter became capable of walking on two legs and learned speech.
"That's your favorite story, huh," you said without any emotion in your words.
"Yep," she said cheerily, "It's only one version though. I do like the other version where the shapeshifter takes the time to help teach their new kids how to walk and talk instead of them learning on their own."
You would have asked more questions, but the conversation was railway-ed by your stomach growling and you groaned at how it hurt you. You wrapped your arms around your stomach and doubled over, your forehead brushing your overlapping ankles. You felt Chika patting your back.
"Don't worry. We'll be eating soon. You specifically will get to dine with the captains today," she said like it was a good thing.
You didn't want to eat with the captains. You would have said it too, but then there was some heavy foot stomping as people ran towards the crew's quarters.
You and Chika look up to see a wolf, a pig, and a frog run into the room. You felt the three anthropomorphic animals lay their eyes on you and you had the immediate urge to hide under the covers.
The three of them ran at you in a manic sprint that made you think of the sunny guy and couldn't help scrambling backwards and into the space between the wall and Chika's bed.
The pig grabbed at one of your feet and started prodding you while the other two started bombarding you with questions. Chika was trying to get them to back off with gentle words, but they were just ignoring her, too caught up in wanting to examine the foreign creature that you are.
Rightfully sick of everything, you manage to kick the ball of your free foot under the pig's chin. Making his teeth loudly click together and he let go of you. You immediately scrunched up on yourself as you glared at the three animal people from your odd position between the wall and bed. The frog and wolf laughed at the pig as he rubbed his chin and glared at you.
"Guys! Please!" Chika said getting frustrated with them.
"It's no fair, Chika," the frog guy said as he hopped on the bed and peaked around Chika's back, "You got to keep them to yourself for the past two days with Mr. Hippo. Now that they're awake we want to see the legendary creature thing."
You felt very much like a cat in a cage being forced to go to the vet.
You felt your head being touched by a big, pawed hand and a gruff woman's voice said, "Weird. So you have fur on your head and above your eyes but not anywhere else? Do you trim it away or do you not grow anymore?"
A growl left your throat as you swatted blindly at the wolf. The pawed hand left your head as she chuckled at your reaction, not taking your anger and frustration seriously.
"I swear to God, I'm going to fucking snap," you say. You then angrily say your full name and add, "I'm a fucking person! Not a thing, or an it, or a creature! A person. And I would appreciate it if you'd kindly fuck off! I want to put my new shirt on."
You sunk lower into the crevice between the bed and the wall as you glared at the four anthropomorphic animals.
The pig looked ready to bust out laughing, but Chika got up and said, "Of course Sug'. We'll get out of your hair."
Chika then grabbed the pig by the ear and grabbed the wolf by her arm and glared pointedly at the frog.
The frog looked legitimately guilty under Chika's glare, and he shuffled off the bed and started walking out. Chick was following the frog and speaking over her shoulder towards you over the pig's whining, saying, "I'll be just outside so I can take you to the captain's quarters. The food should be ready when we get up there."
When they were out of sight you heard Chika shooing the three of them away. You didn't trust that you had much privacy still, so you swung your legs off the bed and fully sunk into the crevice. You are the crevice, the crevice is you. You lay there, snug between the wall and the bed and honestly, it's the safest you've felt in a while… but it's not exactly the best place to change your shirt. So with a bit of jerking, you managed to fall through to the floor and you rolled under the bed.
It still wasn't a good place to change your shirt, but it wasn't going to hurt you. Laying on your back, you shimmy out of your bloody shirt and shimmy into the new one, tossing aside the bloody bandana. Then you lay there for a second. Just so you could have a moment to breath. You didn't have it in you at the moment to find anything about your situation funny. You only felt that gnawing sensation of being utterly and totally alone.
You've felt that way before, but you've never felt that way while being the only human in the world… Considering Chika's story, how many other people from other dimensions were dragged into this world against their own wills? Why did this world take from other realities? Why were you taken?
You sigh, then sneeze from the dust you accidentally breathed in. Then you rolled out from under the bed and walked out of the crew's quarters. Chika, like she said, was standing just outside waiting for you. You looked around suspiciously for the other three.
"Oh, don't worry Chick-a-pea, they're not around."
You sigh, then you said, "Even if I could hide forever"—and you really wish you could—"it's not going to do me any good… I'm just going to have to deal with everyone being the way they are to me…"
Like exposure therapy, you were thinking, but you've never been to a therapist before and mostly try to therapize yourself, so you don't really know how right or wrong you are.
Chika hummed thoughtfully, then said, "True. But they could also stand to be a bit more thoughtful of your feelings."
You sigh again, slumping as you said, "I think you're the only one who thinks I have feelings."
Chika opened her beak, but then your stomach growled painfully again, and she closed her beak. Thought for a second. Then she turned away from you as she motioned for you to follow her, "Come on. Don't want you getting lost in the dark."
# # #
The table was set in the Captain's Quarters but instead of sitting and getting ready to eat, the two captains were arguing with each other. The two had been arguing since Moon insisted that they talk.
"I thought we were done talking about this," Sun said, "Why do you want to get rid of them again? We voted on keeping them."
"You don't understand," Moon said, then he sighed as he tapped his closed fist against his hip. A knocking sound emanating from the action, "We don't understand this. About anything. But I know one thing, there was one vote that didn't get to be added and it was theirs."
"They were passed out," Sun said exasperated, "Besides. Why would they want to leave? They know we're not going to hurt them and that they are a guest of ours. Don't you want to learn about where they came from and all that cool stuff!?"
"Why would they even want to share anything they know with us," Moon asked, "Why would they want to stay? You didn't see them in the crow's nest. They actively don't want to be here."
Sun really, really wanted to keep you. He wanted to befriend you and hear stories from you and share jokes with you. Sun understood his partner's hesitancy in the beginning, but when he saw that your mere presence wasn't going to end the world for them Sun thought that Moon had finally calmed down about keeping you.
"Don't you want to get to know them? Even a little bit," Sun asked.
"That's not the issue. The issue is that more likely than not, they think that they are a prisoner here and we should let them make their choice about staying or leaving when they can," Moon enunciated the last three words sharply. Making it clear he doesn't want to just abandon or kill you.
Sun took a second too long to come up with a retort when the door to the cabin was knocked on.
"Come in," Moon yelled.
Chika opened the door and said, "They're here!" then with a sidestep, she got out of your way saying, "Ta-da!"
Sun gave you his brightest smile. You looked like you had lost a wrestling match with a dust bunny, but you still looked as interesting and as amazing as the day you first stepped foot onto their ship. He was a little sad that you didn't return his smile, but it was fine. You just had to get to know him.
Long legs striding, Sun quickly made his way over to you. He hesitated in his stride only a little bit when he saw you step back and raise your arms in front of yourself, like you were expecting to be attacked or something. Sun ignored it though when you didn't run away from him, and he took one of your hands in both of his and shook it firmly. Making little undulating sounds come out of you from the force of his shaking.
"I'm Sun and that over there is Moon," the solar man introduced himself, happy to finally do so properly, "Welcome aboard our ship Crusty Waters."
Sun let go of your hand and you stumbled a bit. You mumble out your name. Sun's smile widened at that.
Sun then turned to Chika and said, "Thank you for taking care of them. We'll see you around old girl."
Chika rolled her eyes at him then said in a softer, motherly tone, "Be gentle with them," then with a more boisterous tone she added, "See ya around old boy! Chickadee! Moon!"
Sun was taken aback by her warning, but before he could really think all that deeply, he heard your stomach roar and that had to be fixed.
"Ah, jeez. Come. We got food ready. Come. Come. Come. Sit!" Sun said has he grabbed your hand again and started dragging you to the table.
He felt you resist his pulling for only a second, but since it only lasted a second, he didn't think you were resisting at all. You were then practically shoved into your chair by the exuberant sun guy.
With a bit of a flourish, Sun presented the food ladened table of bread, salted vegetables, and the fish stew.
"Eat all you want. We don't want you starving to death," Sun said with his bright smile.
His smile faltered when he looked to see you only glaring at him instead of being entranced by the food.
To try and get you to stop glaring at him like you were, he reached towards you to pat down your fur, since it looked static-y from the dust bunnies, but you gripped the arm rests of your chair as you leaned away from his touch. Your glare only darkening as he got closer.
Sun felt at a lost. He thought he was doing a pretty good job showing you he was a good person. That you could trust him and this crew with not hurting you or anything of that matter.
Sun was taken out of his thoughts as Moon cleared his throat. The sound of a chair scraping on wood as Moon sat down on the other side of the table. Sun withdrew his hand and the solar man saw you visibly relax. Sun retreated to Moon's side.
Sun gave Moon a silent look that asked, what am I doing wrong?
And Moon gave him a look that Sun read as, are you serious?
Yes! I'm serious. Sun said with only his frown.
Moon rolled his eyes and gave him a look that said, Later. We have a guest.
Sun sat down beside his partner, and he looked up at you, giving you that bright smile and said, "Welp. Dig in."
You didn't though. You just sat and stared at them.
You held Sun's gaze for a solid minute as Sun nervously tapped his fingers against the table.
Eventually you spoke up in a gravely, tired voice, "I'm not going to eat while you're watching me. That's weird."
Sun looked to Moon, and he was already halfway through filling up his plate. Sun made a show of getting to work on filling his and he heard you starting to scrape through what you wanted.
By the ocean's vengeance, nothing's going as he thought it would go. Sun thought if he just upped the charm. Got you to eat with them. You'd be smiling and happy to be here. He doesn't know what your world is like, but he thought you'd at least be mesmerized by how different this world was… Maybe Moon was right…
Honestly, your attitude sort of reminded him of when he first met Moon as a kid and if that's the case, he truly did have an uphill battle with showing his worth.
"So," Sun began awkwardly, "What's your world like?"
He chanced a glance up at you. In lieu of using a spoon, Sun saw you chugging the fish stew from your bowl. Sun smiled slightly at your exuberance, happy that you were liking the meal. When he turned to see if Moon was seeing what he was seeing, Sun saw that Moon had a more concerned look on his face.
Sun heard you lay your bowl back down with a sigh, as you said, "It's fine."
Sun frowned at your lack of details.
"Well, uh, that's good, but what's it like? Does it have flying cities and oogooles that roam the oceans?" Sunny thought to ask in reference to a story he grew up hearing about.
The silence dragged on, and Sun looked up to see you giving him a confused stare, "What's an oogoole?" you asked.
"It's um, it's a giant eel like creature that's capable of creating whirlpools," Sun said.
"Those exist here," You asked, your voice high with concern.
"No," Moon interjected, "It's just a storytime creature."
Sun saw you physically relax again before reaching for a whole sea apple and bighting into it. Your face scrunching up at the bitterness, but you kept eating. Sun wanted you to keep talking about your old home, but you gave no indication of actually continuing on your own and the solar being was getting frustrated with how little information you were willing to give.
Sun internally groaned to himself. Moon was right. You really didn't want to be here.
Sun felt Moon lightly pat his back in a comforting manner, like Moon knew what he was thinking. Sun sighed, then he continued to eat in the awkward silence that had stretched over the three of them.
The sound of your chair scratching against the wooden floor filled the air, making Sun and Moon look up at you. Sun thought you had a very determined but terrified look on your face with the way you were hunched over yourself, and your brow was knitted.
"What do you two hope to gain from me being your "guest"," you asked.
Sun's mouth was set into a thin frown at the way you said guest, but it was quickly replaced with a genuine smile as what you asked finally registered in his head.
"Well, we want to be friends," Sun said simply.
"Why?"
Sun was taken aback by that question, "Why not?"
You stood up straighter. Then said, "Maybe because you guys think I'm some weird omen or blessing for you to use for whatever reasons you have. Don't think I don't remember what you guys said about me before I passed out, I'll have you know that I am not a scientist, or a teacher, or culturalist, or anything else that could "benefit you". I'm just some joe-shmoe who hasn't finished their film school studies yet. So I'd get used to being disappointed in me, if I were you," then in a quieter voice, you added, "I would have rather you guys kill me when I was unconscious."
Sun could see your hands shaking as they were clasped to your chest, and you were looking away from them like you were at Judgment Day. Sun felt compelled to give you a hug, but Moon spoke up.
"We're not going to kill you."
You look up at Moon like he had some ulterior motive. Your turn your body away from them like Moon was going to come after you, despite Moon still staying sat in his chair.
"You're also free to leave," Moon continued to say.
You narrow your eyes at him.
"I wouldn't recommend you leaving on one of our lifeboats, but we'd stock you what you'd need if you were addiment about it. It'll be a couple of weeks, but we will be heading to our usual port that we dock at to sell the clay we'll be harvesting. You can leave then," Moon offered through his explanation.
You looked back down at your feet, looking like you were thinking about what he said.
It's true that Sun thought you would be able to tell him stories or maybe teach them how to make a machine of some kind, but he wasn't disappointed in you being here. He still very much wanted you to be here, cause who doesn't want to get to know an interdimensional being?
Speaking up finally, Sun said, "Of course you are also welcome to stay with us for as long as you want. As a guest you'd be allowed privileges like eating with us, getting first dibs on any fresh fruit we may get our hands on, we can have someone be your attendant, and… whatever else… would make you comfortable," Sun said slowing his roll as he saw your face becoming more and more of a sickened grimace.
Sun nervously tapped his fingers against the table as he and Moon watched you think things over.
Finally, you said, "I want to join the crew."
"Really," Moon asked as Sun felt hope rush through him.
They want to stay… But not as a guest?
"I want to join the crew…" you repeat, less confident.
"Do you have any experience with sailing," Moon asked, ever the pragmatic one.
"I've never been around so much water in my life, let alone ever been on a boat," you confess.
That had Sun perking up. What kind of a world doesn't have water? Or boats?
"I see," Moon said as he paused to drink his rum, then he said, "We'll have our Quarter Master be your trainer then. Second to us, he knows everything there is to know about working on a boat."
Sun nodded in agreement to that.
"When we get to port, we'll go shopping for a bed for you to put into the crew's quarters. Until then you'll either have to find a spot on the floor or share with someone's bed… I'm sure Chika won't mind sharing with you," Moon stated.
You were still giving both captains a very distrusting look, and it hurt Sun a bit that you still seemed to think so little of them.
Picking at your fingers, you said, "Okay. Thank you for welcoming me on board… Can I go now?"
Sun didn't say anything or move, because he still wanted to spend some time with you, but he could see that you were still very uncomfortable.
Moon gestured for you to go ahead and leave.
Before leaving the captain's quarters you grabbed a few small rolls of bread, then made your way out into the growing twilight of the deck.
Sun rests his elbows on the table as he sighed heavily into his hands.
"Well, at least they have more sense than I originally gave them credit for," Moon stated, going back to eating.
"It's good that they wanted to stay though, right?" Sun asked through his hands. When Moon didn't answer immediately, Sun looked up at him and asked, "Right?"
Moon could only shrug.
Sun sighed, then said, "At least Bonnie will be happy that he's just accounting for a new crew member and not for a guest."
Moon nodded in agreement with that.
# # #
Minus the time you were on the Crusty Waters while you were unconscious, you've been apart of the crew for a week. You didn't like having to be brought in front of the crew as the captains told everyone what was up. It made you feel too much like a target at the time.
Meeting Freddy was nice though. Like Chika, he had a very calm aura about him, and he didn't seem to mind that you asked him the same question more than once to make sure you were understanding what you were being taught.
You learned a lot about the ship. Like how there's an on-board distillery at the "bellybutton" of the ship that separates the salt from the water, and it's all powered by the movement of the ship and made of a type of hard grass. It was really neat to look at. You also learned how fresh water was only used for food and drinking, and you had to bathe or wash your clothes in the salt water. You learned how to check the sails and sail rings for wear and tear. You learned that the kitchen oven was powered by solar energy and how to clean said solar panels and other cool and not so cool things.
While you were learning, for the most part, you were right in your assumptions that the people on this ship do almost permanently live on this ship. Like having your job be inside your apartment complex. It's not unusual, but you didn't know if it was because of necessity or if that's just how they roll.
Freddy was also tasked with teaching you how to use weapons, but you could tell that you were disappointing the big orange/brown bear with sword and gun training. You were too apathetic to really exert yourself for more than the boat lessons and safety procedures he was training you in. You'd be less apathetic if Freddy was more willing to punch you when you didn't try to dodge his punches, but he was too nice for that.
The rest of the crew annoyed the shit out if you. Poking you. Prodding you. Never giving you a moment to just be, always being asked about the worst and most personal questions you could be asked. You didn't want to retaliate by throwing punches because the only self-defense you took was in orientation at your college. Eventually you just broke down in frustrated tears and had to be consoled by Chika. Which was embarrassing enough as is, considering there's no real privacy on the ship.
Though, with Freddy's help, Chika did go around really laying down the law with anyone who interacted with you after that. Even getting on Captain Sun's case when he was getting too hands-y with you. You truly appreciated it despite how tired and hollow you felt.
Everything just aggravated you and made you feel so isolated and alone. You wanted to go home. You wanted to continue your studies. You wanted to see your Mom and Dad. Who's taking care of your succulents while you're gone? Are all those stray cats doing okay? Do those park kids miss you? You wish your phone hadn't of died on you so you could look at the pictures.
These were thoughts you had while laying in bed with Chika. She was slightly cooing in her sleep as she has an arm around your waist. You really wish you had a blanket. None of the animal crew members had blankets as they didn't need them because of their fur, feathers, high body temperatures, or just lack of needing one in general. You could ask the captains for a blanket since you saw their bed when you were in their cabin, but you wanted to limit your interactions with them as much as possible. Mainly because one acted like a child who wanted to keep you as a pet and the other was literally willing to just kill you because you might be some bad omen. So yah, not going to ask.
Sighing, you gently get out of bed and make your way up to the deck. You wanted a moment to clear your head.
You're still working on getting your sea legs, but you manage just fine since the water wasn't that choppy tonight. The Crusty Waters was parked in the middle of the ocean because they were at the clay mine. It's weird to go mining for clay in the middle of the ocean but you weren't ready yet to ask about it.
Once you were up on deck, you stand at the entrance to just gaze up at the stars. Being in the city, you never really seen much of the night sky. Just a few noticeable constellations here or there and the moon. Here, in this world though, the night sky looked like it was painted with watercolors. It always caught your breath every time you looked up at night. Especially since the moon was now new, and you could see the stars all the better.
You stand there for a minute or two, slightly swaying with the ship, before moving on to what you really wanted to do.
You pick a random side of the ship's deck and make your way to the railing. You grab the wooden railing and used your body to try and shake it, just to see if it would shake with you. It didn't. You then make your way over to the closest rope ladder and climb up it high enough so that you can plant your bare feet on the railing. Then you're walking along the railing like you would a balance beam.
You walked back and forth along the railing for a bit, then you looked down into the black and glassy water of the ocean. In it you could faintly see your reflection looking back up at you from the water. You crouch down as you stare at yourself.
Sighing, you say, "Look at you. You're miserable."
Of course, you're miserable. You imagine your reflection saying to you. This place fucking sucks.
"Well… I don't know. That may be too harsh of a thing to say."
It's true though!
You shake your head at yourself, then you stand back up and go back to walking back and forth on the wooden railing.
Do you have any plans at all to get yourself out of here? Once we're on land you should make a break for it.
"And go where exactly and do what? You know nothing about this place or it's people or culture or anything. Hell, the look those sun and moon guys gave me when I admitted to being unfamiliar with the water and boats was like I was the real alien. That alone has a lot of implications about the world."
It doesn't change how miserable you are.
You pause in your walking and squat back down again. "No. No it doesn't…" You rub your tired eyes then you look down at your reflection. "I think you need to change what you're focused on."
What's more important than finding a way back home? You imagine your reflection saying.
"Staying alive long enough for me to find my way back." You stare silently at yourself, "Maybe even working to be friends with these people…"
They treat you like you're some weirdo creature.
You stand up suddenly and throw your arms out wide in frustration at yourself and said, "Yah! Well, I am a weirdo creature. You're just going to have to get use to the fact that what you are isn't normal here."
You imagine your reflection pouting at you.
You sigh to yourself. Then you go back to walking along the wooden railing.
"Look… You're way too focused on the things that you can't change. What do you have control over?"
…You can cut your hair… Long hair is hard to take care of and you're not that attached to it anyways…
"Yah! Don't need to look "presentable" here anyways."
…Do you think they can do tattoos? You've always wanted an armband type tattoo…
"I'm sure they do. I saw that pig guy, Pigpatch, had a tattoo on his chest. I could ask him where he got his done."
Maybe that fox guy, Foxy, will teach you how to play that violin thing that he plays during dinner. You've always wanted to learn how to play some kind of instrument. Having nothing else to do has your schedule freed up at least.
You chuckle to yourself, "Yah. That's true… I'm going to have to start making some apologies to people."
What!? Why? What do you have to apologize for?
"My shitty attitude for one. Chika and Freddy have been especially patient with me," you groan out a sigh, "Even the Captains deserve a little bit of an apology too."
…
You stop your pacing and squat down again to look at your reflection better. "Yes. I know. But you got 'a. This is the night you make a fresh start with yourself. You've got to make amends with the people you've been actively trying to burn bridges for. You're human. You can't not be connected to people. You're isolated enough as is, you can't handle not making friends with the people around you just because they're not human."
You've never been good at interacting with people, let alone humans, to begin with.
"Well, that's just another thing I can change and practice with, now ain't it?"
You don't imagine your reflection saying anything else to you and you rub your tired eyes. Feeling done with your self-reflection you grab hold of the rope ladder and stare at the sky again for a few moments. Looking out into the horizon, it was like the boat was swimming through space. You don't know why you're here, what force out there decided to bring you to this world, but you are glad that you get to at least enjoy the scenery and see how beautiful everything is here.