Docking (1)
Two weeks of travel are really a lot.
Not for me, though. I get up early every morning and walk on the deck to get some fresh air. The scent of the sea fills my lungs, and I breathe as much as I can.
Who knows when I'll be able to feel the waves again? I won't probably sail next time, given that Alexander is suffering so much.
He's getting better, but not as fast as I hoped.
When we reach the southern sea, a day or two away from Polis, I can notice the change in the weather. Just a degree or two, but my bones can finally be warmed by the sun.
«We're close,» I say to the wind, moving a lock of hair away from my eyes.
«I hope so,» Alexander replies. He's been staring at the horizon for an hour. I didn't think he could move his eyes away from me for this long.
However, it turns out that looking at the sea helps him.