by ben | Aug 18, 2024 | The upper
There is a grey light spilling through onto the table and ledger today, the engine below gives a rhythmic hum but if not for that, it would be silent around us. Even the wind is mute. While I would normally pen the coordinates of our location into the logbook...
by ben | Apr 19, 2024 | The upper
Edmund BlackwellA Tense Departure, 7th of May, 313 The first light of dawn broke over Bastion’s port, a palette of soft oranges and pinks spreading across the sky, as if to calm the black sea. It is a few I’ve enjoyed many times over. Yet, the salt air carried...
