Lunar-Strider

Fear. It struck you like a bullet, a chill shimmering across your skin, goosebumps rising across your arms and on the back of your neck. Your eyes scanned the darkness shrouding the boat and you bit your teeth down and gently dragged them across your bottom lip. It seemed as though the sea were trying to frighten you, a mist prowling across it’s surface as the moon shone above, part of it melted into the night sky, lit by the stars. With your nerves set on the edge, you turned back to the officer on duty, settled on a chair next to the Captain’s cabin and smiled kindly at him. “Would you like me to fetch anything for you,