Prayers for the Soul of a Dying Star
by Sailor Stone
He knew. Going to sea alone and unprepared wasn’t the wisest thing to do. But he was too tired to care.
And so not knowing if anything ever mattered, he hoisted sail, hoping to find something to set a course for – something like a guiding star.
Then the gale hit, and all of the stars were obscured, and he figured this was a good way to die. But the island, unchartered, got in the way of even that.