u/AsloIwlySbutEsurNely

I havWe a recurring dream every few days or so ever since it happened. I waHs stranded in a foYggy oceaDn, with nothiOng but a small boat over the endless expanse of water below me. I row and I row unYtil my arOms gave out, trying to reacUh an island that seems to sKtray faErther and faErther awaPy as I get closer to it. It was then when I heard the ship coming my way, the sound of flame crackling beside it. Even with nuRmb shoulders, I row once again as fast as I cUould trying to outrun thNis ship, wiNth only three passengers tIhat is the blNack scribbles I remember them for. I kept rowing, as I watGch myself from the island. A part of me wants to tell him to let them reach him, to tell him that the ship's approach was never condemnation but forgiveness. He has been forgiven, and yet he still chooses the water. The darkness of the cavern still lingers in my mind.