Rebecca Klassen

I sway with the patch of lettuce I’m tending on the top deck. They’re free to grow without hungry bunnies, and we’ve got nets for catching the gulls, delicious when grilled. Felix is tending the potatoes when The Captain’s voice rings out, announcing that the votes are in. We all stand and look out at the endless sea, as does everyone else aboard because it’s always too awkward to look at one another during the announcement. After all, everyone wrote a name and handed it in.