The ocean is beautiful today from the port.

The beauty is of a malevolent kind, shrouded skies, and howling wind.

You feel utterly small and alive, noticing people packed like sardines into the ships sailing away.

Little splashes are surrounding the boats... rats abandoning ship by the hundreds.

"What do they know?" you think.

The threshold of buoyancy seems to be tipping.

The feel of the air on your skin and the ground beneath your feet reminds you that you made the right decision to never climb aboard.