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The ceiling began to blur. The humid tropical air assembled heavy moisture all around his body. A mixture of sweat and stagnant condensation soaked his bed now. He is lost in his thoughts.



Waves of salty water collided with the side of the Mariner. The residual splashes flew over the hull of the boat and soaked his only shield against the elements: a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a vest. A layer of salt soon crystallized over his exposed skin. And it did not give the best sensation, at all. A salty, crusty, dry feel. That's what it was.
The Mariner swayed to the rough gauntlet of waves left and right, front and back. Nauseous, he staggered a few steps back, trying to fight the trial of waves, and sat on a wooden panel, grabbing onto a rusty railing. He vomited into the darkness of the sea below.