I drew on a pair of undershorts, tossed back the covers on my bunk, and stretched out on it. Wooing sleep was also useless, so I stared at the ceiling and pondered what I had or hadn’t seen when I’d dove through the silent depths of the Lagoon of Dreams for Carlos’s artifacts…
It was with a shock I heard my crewmates calling soft good nights to each other. I had been so lost in thought I hadn’t realized the passing of time. Silence fell over the old boat, disturbed only by the sounds of her settling in for the night. I sighed and turned onto my side. Morning would come soon enough.
I breathed deeply and steadily until my eyelids grew heavy and finally slid shut.
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