The Sea, part 2
The ship is a far more complex organism that I have imagined it to be. I stepped out on deck today, and its wooden surface was dappled in shadows of brilliant sunlight and dark shadows cast by the white sails like vast clouds catching the wind from the sea. I felt the material, and it was steel-tight, as were the ropes that can be as thick as your arm. The men scrambled all over the rigging like monkeys, and I felt a little out of the way when some sailors rushed about the deck, pulling the ropes about to no discernible purpose. I was invited to stand somewhere unobtrusive by the captain, which I think he meant my cabin.