Monind

It was already midnight. The sky was adorned with millions of bright stars, becoming every navigator on the sea's compass for a few more hours. The only sounds that were heard were the gentle waves pushing on the Moby Dick, the breezy wind as it made its way through the small window in the corner, and the soft snores of a certain person.      You sighed for what felt like the millionth time as you watched him in his peaceful slumber. Gently, you took off the cloth from his forehead, soaked it and squeezed the cold water in the bucket next to your feet, and placed it back neatly on him. You sat down on the wooden chair again and closed your