(Read Part IV here) The waves pull at me, prevent me from sleeping. It’s been at least an hour since Captain passed out, a half hour since Marco fell asleep, judging by his snoring. It sounds like he’s competing with the waves tonight. I lay on my bunk staring at the bottom of Marco’s bunk, […]Read more "Sirens (Part V)"
(Read Part III here) “You know what sirens are, kid?” Captain asked me today while we worked. I pictured my mother’s body being loaded onto the ambulance, the wailing sound it made when it first pulled up to our house, too late. “No sir,” I answered. I’d recently taken to calling him “sir.” It seemed […]Read more "Sirens (Part IV)"
(Read Part I here and Part II here) I barely slept at all the first night because I was too nervous about starting work the next day and anxious about my new surroundings. When Marco and Captain fell asleep, I slipped outside and stood on the deck. In the darkness I watched the still water, […]Read more "Sirens Part III"
(Read Part I here) “Welcome to Anchorage, Kevin. Now, let’s get the fuck out of here before my ex-wives find out I’m here.” That’s how Captain introduced himself to me when he picked me up from the airport. He had a white beard and wore a blue knit cap pulled down tight over his head. […]Read more "Sirens Part II"
The waves keep me up. It’s not fear of a storm or the fear when I think of the boat drifting out to sea or the fear of capsizing. It’s not the seasickness, which I’ve gotten under control by now. It’s not even Marco’s snoring, which starts out softer, more erratic, like a sputtering engine […]Read more "Sirens (A Summer Serial)"