5Dream-maker is dedicated to her cargo of misery: Jack trapped inside bubbles of discontent, Emily wafting like a sullen ghost, both shipwrecked from life. They don’t know how to get back to the mother ship, to put their feet down on something solid and feel how it will hold them up.
Instead of making lunch, I go outside for fresh air under a clear blue sky, to write in my journal. Jack and Emily hang out on deck, as far away from us as they can get. Every few days a passing bird stops on the mast, and very occasionally a small flying fish strands itself. We haven’t seen another boat the whole trip. The days slip by into the sea; I seem to be slipping after them.
Curled up in the corner of the cockpit, I gaze out so that space itself comes into focus, and Dream-maker transforms into a li
