The delirium machine, first moments.
The sea, dark and blue, like a thick cloudy gem, slew out before me. The clouds were sparse and thin, but enough to veil the moon, shadows dancing across its reflection on the water. I lifted my hand, the one i still had, up into a bit of cloud, feeling the cold moisture cling to my skin, like little kisses of fish, my warmth bringing them together and giving them weight to slide down my wrist, leaving trails under my forearm. It reminded me of-
“Michael” lillian stepped out of the underdeck “How’s watch going, up here, all by yourself?” She settled herself next to me, her right arm tangling with my left, my fake. “Why did you opt out of the celebration, you're the last person i'd expect to find a reason NOT to drink” She teased, and offered me her drink, the scent of maple whiskey, and bitter coffee drifted across my nose. I smiled, taking it and throwing it down my throat, glad to have something feeding the warmth in my gut, and the dull buzz