Gemotions

The steady rhythm of the ship’s engines was a comforting beat to Thomas. He stood at the helm, the vast expanse of the ocean stretching before him. The salt spray on his face, the cry of the gulls above, the wind in his hair, all were a familiar and welcome embrace. He had come to feel deeply comfortable with his skills as a captain. He was thriving.

He had been awaiting the arrival of Captain Davies, his mentor. They were scheduled to discuss the upcoming voyage. He imagined the captain smiling.

A messenger arrived, handing him a sealed letter. *Thomas, my time at sea is over. You are ready. - Davies.* The world tilted slightly. The familiar horizon seemed to waver. He stared out at the boundless ocean, a sense of quiet overwhelm settling over him.