Gemotions

The sound of the ocean, once a source of comfort, now seemed to mock his solitude. Finn stood on the dock, the fishing boat bobbing gently in the water, empty. Captain Thorne had simply sailed off, leaving a note tucked into the ship's log: *The sea calls. Farewell.* The salt air stung his face, but he didn't blink. He’d expected to work alongside him for years, learning the secrets of the tides and the stars. Now, he felt unmoored. The vastness of the sea suddenly felt suffocating. He turned away from the water, his steps slow and measured.