The endless blue got to you quickly. Sea and sky, sprinkled with white foam or clouds, blurred together. The sun blazed down and bounced up in sharp glints, burning your eyes either way.

"Once we're home, I never even want to see a puddle again," Mawk groaned. "Can you get enough water from eating lettuce?"

Scirf chuckled. "Don'tcher hate lettuce? It's not so bad 'ere. Pretty colours."

Mawk sighed, started to speak, but paused.

Scirf's eyes were reflecting the blue, laughter-lined, merry as always, bright in his salt-crusted face.

"Maybe," Mawk muttered, blushing and staring at the deck.


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