Isolated

I sat on the deck of my ship, thinking about what I had witnessed in the stone maze that was that city, the flag hanging in the bridge of the ship, and the dimming sun concealing itself on the horizon to the west.

I sat alone, and to be honest, hardly two days in and it was getting to me. There was no one to talk to. So, there I sat, in the undisturbed silence of this ocean, miles from home. This is what I wanted! I wanted to find the Watcher, to bring him to Requiem to destroy this regime... yet I was unsure if I had the resolve to make it to him.

I began walking about the deck in a mildly annoyed fashion, repeatedly looking at the many mechanical parts in the lower deck to see if they needed my attention. They never did, this ship was self-sufficient, how it works I don't know... well kind of.