Sailing

In the middle of the night, under a night sky filled with stars, a lone ship sailed in the vastness of a tranquil sea. Light waves hit its hull, making it sway slightly. A few types of fish would jump out of the water from time to time and greet the sailors who were admiring the water from starboard and port. 

The captain of that ship monotonously and lazily took the helm, turning it to the sides when needed, though on nights like that it was not strictly necessary to make any maneuver unless something specific happened. 

Sailors walked around the deck, having silly conversations and counting stars to kill time. Their energy was at its peak, their minds couldn't stop working at all, and their hearts were still beating fast due to the last storm they needed to face. On several occasions, they thought they would die. And, in fact, some of them really died, though they didn't have the time nor the willingness to mourn their deaths.