Prompt #3: The Vessel: Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now.
There is a freedom in the wind, there is life in the waves. I close my eyes and let the sea take control of the ship momentarily. My worries seem to fade away. Her name seems to fade away. Her face, her voice, her scent, that only moments ago still lingered in the stitches of my favorite sweater, all seem to fade away. All I can see and hear and breath is the ocean breeze.
My heart, for the first time in weeks, beats with no intention other than its original design. There weren't any long pauses in between beats, the beats weren't anxious in any way, they were just... natural, in a way that has become so terribly foreign to me.
I look out yonder, into the blackness of the sea and the glittering of the night sky, and wonder why I ever decided to live anywhere other than here. I have all that I truly need. Food swims so innocently a few inches below the ship's hull. I have a stove on board that could clean out the water to a drinkable state. What more do I need? All that I cared about back on land left me with just a short of letter of justification. This ocean is all I need now. Maybe these are drunken thoughts, but my soul has never been more sober than in this moment. The sea is where I belong.