The boat rocked so subtly that I barely felt it, though I could see the movement of the water beneath my face.
My vessel was small – just large enough to hold me and a basket of food and water. I’d consumed its contents, and was contentedly stretched out and peering over the edge.
Now and then I caught a glimpse of the fish darting around under the surface. I imagined a whole world down there, one I could only see through a curtain of liquid and reflection, and that was distorted by ripples and sediment. How strange that a place that looked so peaceful could prove deadly were I to enter it for more than a few minutes.
