All is well aboard the HMS Topher
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Day 133. Calm easterly winds. Barely a cloud in the sky. A seagull alights. It regards me haughtily, as if it knows something about me that I do not. “What is it?” I ask. It says nothing back, merely blinks and turns around to gaze out at the open sea. Salt air upon my tongue. Always the taste of salt.