the adventure started out on sea
with the salt and the seagulls
and that faint everpresent smell of fishiness

they were sailing away to somewhere
that didn’t even have a name anymore

as they sailed further away from the map
they disappeared into a hole that was never there
and somewhere they continue their journey
their boat rocking back and forth fictiously
the sun browning their skins
and the wind whipping their salty hair

they sail on through it all
never doubting what they’re doing