I was
sailing in the
open sea in a medium-sized (ca. 50
ft long)
sailship. I must
have been a pretty
horrible sailor, because every
morning I looked out to see if I had
come close to any
shore, but I never saw land at all.
One morning while I was glancing out through the round window in the bathroom, I saw the
tail of a large whale that was diving down into the green sea. It was a beautiful
sight, but I was terrified. I knew that the risk of the whale bumping into the boat, or
diving up from below it were small, but I knew that if something as large as that came in
contact with the ship, it might break or capsize, and I might get killed.
I woke up from fear.