The moon, set low in the night sky, reflects its light on the deceitfully smooth ocean. The waves, gently hitting the side of the boat, are my unwanted companions. My weary body lying on the hard deck faces the stars; a cool sea breeze fresh upon my face provides little relief. It’s so serenely surreal. I feel as though I am not going to last the night.
I need to stay awake and keep centred; it’s the only way to get through this.
My eyelids grow heavy as I become one with the rhythm of the sea. Thack. Thock. Thack, thack, thock. Thock. Thack, thack, thock. Thock, tha…
No, stay awake!
I search the stars for the Southern Cross, then comb the sky for other constellations. My head spins again as my eyelids grow heavier…
I focus on one star, hoping it will fall so I can make a wish that I will be back on land soon. Maybe. Just maybe …
Cold splashes jolt me awake. I dry retch and clutch my stomach. My head dizzy, it takes a moment to remember where I am.
I must keep still, become one with the boat’s motion, imagine I am floating and still and relaxed. Stay awake!
As the sun appears over the horizon, I look towards the cabin where dad is soundly sleeping and sigh with some sense of relief. Soon he will wake so we can sail back to land, the cure for my sickness.