Still Floating
I was in the open but the walls had closed in, inside my mind. Great friends became burdens, and an island of my own was my destination. We were towing the island fifty feet behind the boat. My shipmate was sleeping below, the sails were wing and wing. We moved with the waves, seemingly still in relation to them, going nowhere I thought, the shore a couple of miles away panning left at a slow speed. I decided to jump in the ocean, and play in it's vastness.Emerging immediately to take a breathe of air I was startled at the speed of my boats departure from me. The boat was sailing on it's own, with my only friend sleeping below. I reached up to the line tethered between the boat and the eleven foot inflatable boat being towed behind. My hand slid quickly over the taught rope throwing a mist out from behind my hands, and becoming warmer as I slid at a zip line speed towards my "island". This is much different than I expected. I did not know if I was going to be run over by the very vessel I was hoping to hop in. In a second the boat was about to touch my face as I held my arms above the water to grab the top of the rail. The side of the boat was wet and as round as an adult tree, making grip with the fingers impossible I slid down all eleven to the back of the boat where a swift
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