The calmer swells rocked us with a down-beat of gentle rollers topped off by a 4/4 tempo of lapping wavelets. The breeze that chilled the clammy skin of my bare shoulders drove the thick storm clouds eastward and the stars did their best to twinkle through the oppressively humid September air. My four best friends slept, heads resting at awkward angles on each others' arms and torsos, trying to get comfortable in the little space the lifeboat allowed. I couldn't blame them. Since the rough seas calmed, I wished I could sleep, too. But it was my turn to watch. I scanned the horizon all around for the lights of fishing trawlers or the giant gouts of flame burning atop offshore drilling platforms. Between passes of the distant horizon I scanned the surface of the water closer to the boat, wary of fins. Occasionally I stretched out the kinks in my neck and glanced toward the stars, hoping to orient myself by a familiar constellation, but I couldn't find one. Mostly I watched the four people I loved most in the world sleep.
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