Lose count number of days from port. Number of times vomiting over deck railings.
But, never forget number of becalmed nights, stretched out on deck, watching sister moon waft her way across starried-sea sky.
Remembering infinite number of stars in black-velvet-sky; sequin-laden sea.
Tuesday use it in a sentence: waft
*Image: photography by Tomasz; story: HMS Sky Sailor for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie: Photo Challenge #107