It's so peaceful out here.
Everyone else is asleep below deck, but I'm sitting up top, enjoying the pleasant air. It's a bit chilly, but I don't mind. The sound of the sea lapping at the sides of the boat, the moon shining across unending waters... It's magical.
I don't think I've ever been on a boat. If I ever was, I don't remember it. This seems like something I would never forget, though. It's so perfect.
I heard something just now. A deep, mournful, hollow cry in the distance. I didn't see anything, but I know I heard a whale of some kind. The haunting sound sent a chill down my spine.
I'm dreading our return to shore.
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The Imperfect's Journal: 1
General FictionThis is the journal of Darren Stratt, an "imperfect" who is being hunted in America due to a new law which has stripped disadvantaged individuals--now called "imperfects"--of their rights. In Darren's journal, he documents the horrors of a world run...
