Chapter 16: Cerulean of the Deeps
Somewhere in Cebu
The pale moon mirrored on the dark canvass of the sea. The waves rippled at the glowing moon, distorting the round ball of light with creases as the serene waters cradled its reflection. Gahum has never been a fan of the moon. It only gives him heartbreak to look at its magnificence, as too many painful memories would pop-out of his head.
He stroked his paddle in a slow and steady as his bangka glided on the obsidian-colored waters. When he reached the destination he was instructed with, he stopped and stood up from his small bangka. He stripped to his bahag and caressed the cold, gentle waters of the ocean.
He took a scoop of the seawater and poured it on his head while reciting a prayer of the old.
Hinaot sa akoang pagitglum;
Sa i
