2067 2067. Changes And Learning

Walker woke up and felt his body. Every sense that was related to him felt different. He could hear the smaller waves and creaks, but also the distant conversations happening below the deck of the ship. 

He could smell the different breezes that were moving around the ship. Some that carried the cooking scents from other ships. Others that were coming from the distant oceans filled with a more concentrated salt. 

He could even taste better. The slight hint of the last email he had and the taste of salt in the air that he would not have noticed before. 

This was all overshadowed as he opened his eyes and found that it was the middle of the night. He was left sleeping out on the top deck. A pillow resting under his head with a thin blanket to allow him a little more comfort. He knew well that he should struggle to see. Yet he did not.