Gemotions

The gentle sway of the ship, the endless blue of the ocean – it was the perfect remedy for him. The wind whipped through his hair. He could rely on the sun and the moon. Captain Thompson had taught him everything, a father figure at sea. The routine, the camaraderie, the vast expanse were all things he knew.

A young man with a crisp uniform informed him, "The Captain has retired. He’s left a note of thanks."

The deck beneath his feet shifted, and a wave of nausea washed over him. The boundless ocean seemed to shrink, threatening to swallow him.