Adrift at sea for days and days, who knows how it will end? Your body sloshes like the waves, but as your mind descends. Your mouth is dry; your body pruned. In thirst, the water taunts. But - ever wet - your skin sloughs off. When soaked, the water haunts. The sun burns hot. Then fog rolls in, and senses are deprived. And washing up on vacant shores, you find that you've arrived. You know not where - but feel relief. Land monsters can't be worse than those that grab you by the mind while high seas you traverse.
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